Because I fly,
I laugh more than other men
I look up
And see more than they.
I know how clouds feel
What it's like to have the blue
In my lap.
To look down
On birds
To feel freedom in a thing called the stick
Who but I Can slice between God's billow-legs
And feel them laugh and crash with His step?
Who else has seen the unclimbed peaks?
The rainbow's secret?
The real reason birds sing?
Because I fly
I envy no man on earth.
