On The Wing

I wish I could be a bird,
Gliding high and above,
The sky; my garden,
And the earth my haunt.

Detached will I be from,
these human emotions,
like a ethereal body,
will I be floating around; weightless.

Survival of the fittest,
shall be my only mantra,
devoid shall I be ,
of any petty feelings.

I shall fly high and cut through the winds,
And glide through the mesmerising clouds,
For then I would know the word 'freedom',
For then I would finally release my 'spirit'.

Glider

My heart leaps when I behold,

These mountains laying far and untold,

Come have I to glide over the sky,

but still have I a little fear to fly.

Practiced for this moment have I everyday,

Come here have I this very May,

When the flowers blossom and the trees whisper,

the wind a silent tune and the birds twitter,

Eyes of mine are full of tears,

For I have to lose all of my little fears.

My heart leaps when I behold,

These mountains laying far and untold.

It is time to glide over the sky,

It is time for me to fly.