Fly to the Sun

Twirling away on a weatherblown wing,
Hearing the wish of the whistling wind,
As the sun reaches her summit of sky,
Never again will I fall to the ground.
Kingfishers dive, and the hummingbirds sing
Yet I'll soar with swallows and seagulls up high.

Over the oceans I keep climbing high,
Up through the air slicing clouds with a wing.
Sensing my presence the birds start to sing
Over the notes of the whispering wind,
Mingling in harmony far from the ground
Under the watch of the sun in her sky.

Circling and soaring way up to the sky,
Happy to join my long flight far and high
Far from the pains of the earth's troubled ground,
Over my head they all stretch out a wing.
Rotating quickly, a spiral of wind,
Their blistering pace makes the air start to sing.

Every eagle and egret do sing,
Atoms in chorus all over the sky.
Chords of the birds join the sibilant wind,
Harmonies fill with sweet sounds low and high.
In every feather and in every wing,
Notes form a symphony over the ground.

Gently I drift up away from the ground.
Up through the whirlwind, I too start to sing.
Struggling to match the birds taking each wing,
Dragging me up to the sun in the sky.
Round and around, I keep twirling up high,
Piercing the air with each strike of the wind.

Air heating up as the sun holds the wind,
Shrouds of white clouds closing over the ground,
Kindly she takes me to heaven so high,
Asking me why all the birds and air sing.
Laughing and smiling, admiring the sky,
I tell her they carried me here on their wing.

Valiant, bringing me high as they sing.
Jubilant wind, far away from the ground,
Surrounds my sweet sky as I watch them take wing.