To Fly

If I ever had a superpower, It would be to fly. To fly high above the trees, and to soar around the world, To fall without ever hitting the ground, To glide on the breezes, To hear the whistling of the wind and to feel the weightlessness of your body, To soar high in the clouds with the birds. No fears of falling because you can always float back up. To seem the soft spring-night air tickle your cheeks as you slowly drift, To force gravity and air to do your bidding, and hold your body high up next to the stars, To see the world as God Himself. And to know it was all truly as good as He'd always said.