Soaring free among the clouds,
The ground is far below…
The wind upon my ears so loud,
Oh what a thrill to know…
To dip between these puffs of white,
So high above the trees…
So free to be, a great delight,
The joys that I could sieze.
© 2018 – James Sponseller – mindescapes.net
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Aye matey, I be with you. I be seeing a cree-tur riding a white fluffy dog in yer cloud pic. They be soaring high indeed.
Pleased ye be likin it. Soarin tisn’t like the crow’s nest, an altogether different adventure. Thanks for stopping by!