Sky Song

A song

A song echoing through the sky

A performance, which the passers-by

Stop to hear

I rise on my wings,

Every beat taking me closer to the glass sky,

The radiant sun which lights all,

And the clouds...ah, the painting above!

The endless sea of blue

It fills me with amazement and joy

Bright, limitless, free…

And it makes me want to sing!

Sing for awe, at the wondrous beauty

Of the sunlit, windswept expanse

Sing for joy, the joy of flight

The joy and freedom of the air

It's like heaven up here!

What I feel, I express in song

My voice sounds out like a pealing bell

Pouring forth in a tune like a river

And down below, they look up and smile

"Look!" They call to each other.

"It's an Altaria!"

They laugh, smile, listen in awe

I like to see them smile

So I keep singing for them,

Singing of the sky

So that these humans,

Wingless and bound to land,

May know and feel that joy—

The joy that the skies give to me.

So how was it? This poem's pretty "free" to me; the lines are all different lengths, some short, some long.

It was quite a short poem, wasn't it? Well, it was written on the bus. Took me about 10 minutes. I pretty much rushed it.