Wish I could fly

I look up at the pale blue sky,
And wish I could fly.

Winds that are freezing
Touch the mount of my cheeks.
Sitting on a bushy tree
I see the white pigeon’s beak,
I see that blue sky,
And wish I could fly.

The scorching sun above me,
I look up at the fluffy whiteness
The clouds are there to save me
Just waiting to take flight.
I see the sunny sky,
And wish I could fly.

The ombre of orange and blue
Watching little birds go home,
The sky grows dull with a clue
Leaving a dazzling moon known;
I see that painted sky,
And wish I could fly.

Covered by scintillating stars
I look at the sky’s darkness,
Closing my eyes full of tears
I lay down on my mattress,
Realising my mates were only stars,
And the bright moon that will forever last;
I look up at the gloomy sky,
And wish I could fly.