Flying Free

Flying free, flying high, Soaring through 

crystal sky, seeing white the sound of flight 

you know it's them flying by.

That feeling I felt when they flew past

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling at last. 

Knowing that sound going  tweedle tweedle tweedle 

It's sharp, it's fast, it's quick like a needle.

It doesn’t hurt it's almost percept

The sound of it sounds like it leaped.

Their warm glow against the sun

It’s my favorite it’s my fun 

It keeps me warm it keeps me light 

It keeps me from the darkest night

The sound they make makes me smile,

It’s just you and me for miles.

My mum knows I have lots of fun, 

She knows they are my illuminating sun.