J-ust fly like an aeroplane,
A-scending into the cloud;
Y-earn to reach the zenith,
S-oar high above the crowd.
O-nce you fly like an aeroplane, people watch your rapid rise;
N-othing can stop your takeoff before the gazers' eyes.
C-ome into the point of departure,
L-eap from the concrete lane;
I-n the morn of February tenth,
M-ay you fly like an
A-eroplane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is so catchy! It lifts and inspires! A wonderful write Bernard!