Wings of Courage

ever wonder how wonderful it'll be to fly?

to soar across the deep blue blue sky,

all you wish to see is the vast blueness

of the unknown and untouched wild obscureness

gently, lifting up your wings

as if your weight is flourishing

glide up and up towards the blue yonder

filling your eyes and lungs with anonymous wonder

what else can be of satisfaction?

when your intellect ringed astonishing attraction?

why seek for an ambulatory ambition?

when flying can be of an option?

they say to have faith is to have wings

just as peter pan had been conveying

if one was born without wings

do nothing to prevent them from growing