Flying! Poem by Victoria Korobochka

Flying like an eagle,
Soaring across the clear, blue sky,
Is such a tender and light feeling,
Like your hand being stroked across the child's face.
Staring at the bright and golden Sun,
Who'se arms reach up to you with it's warmth.
The wind that bursts into your skin,
Sending a chill down your spine.
Flying may be tiring,
But it's magnificent and free,
It's like a bite of a warm cookie,
That gives you a warm and weightless feeling
When it melts.
When you are flying,
Your insticts tell you,
You are free!
Means going your own way,
Doesn't matter where, doesn't matter when,
Just trust your senses- trust yourself!