Paper Airplanes
I throw my paper airplane into the sky
And it soars wistfully away
The sun shines smiles
With wind for the perfect day.
The grass is green
The sky is blue
The bird beats its wings
The clouds are white
The flowers bloom
And the bees begin to sing.
The plane solos a dance
Through the air of the windy day
It lowers down
Toward the ground
As the sky turns dark and gray.
The plane slows to a stop
The clouds let out a roar
The rain will cry
My plane will die
Fun isn’t anymore.