Flight is freedom in its purest form,To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,To feel the joy that swells within. To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,And know the warmth … Continue reading
Take flight. You are meant to soar.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled … Continue reading