The Wings of Imagination

Were I to be given wings for a day, I would fly in the sky not like all the other birds, I would fly way up high with nothing to stop me, and the winds on my side a chance to fulfill my dreams, I would now not hide These beautiful soft clouds, through which I now fly reminded me of this divine solitude, and a low cry with plan and purpose, I thought my trip to make but with the rising sun, I saw it was but a mistake The heavens are His heavens, created for His sake but the earth, to His creations, he let them take even though way up high, that glorious bright light did shine It was premature to traverse His domain, while not yet mine Human spirit lets us imagine, the things we can do but even an imagination, at times, we must subdue our years in this world, no one really can know accepting our limitations, seems the sensible way to go If a healthy mind and spirit, you desire to hold no question, surely more valuable than money or gold the path toward its attainment is by finding the right way by reigning over this, your imagination, long after today