I wish I could,
Fly like a bird,
And rule over the cloud,
Being glad.
I'd see the things hidden,
And know the unknown,
I'd find a branch to rest on,
Watching how the cattle are drawn.
I'd circle around the flying kite,
And look at the happy faces,
Of the children of light,
And watch after the lost kite their races.
I'd drink fresh water,
From the nearby pond,
And resume my flight after,
A few seconds.
I'd fly across the seas,
Enjoying the beauty,
Of the mountains and trees,
Before returning home safely.
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