Sparrows swoop around me,

Dancing on the air,

Swimming through waves of heat,

Like it wasn’t even there,

As I sit apon my seat,

And watch their aerial display,

I long to soar the heavens,

And sing with the blue jay,

Their flight leaves deep impressions,

Of freedom and of grace,

Clouds move slowly overhead,

The sun shines on my face,

And everywhere the wing still spread,

A symphony of flight.

Best wishes -SirHanz