WINGSTER

If I had wings or another source to fly
I was born to soar
The sky and I
Discover horizons and unknown distances
Never seen before
Surge among the high mountains
Observing below endless oceans, Lakes, Rivers, Water Falls and running streams
Through the Sun that brings warmth
Feeling the friendly breezes
Into the air to countries beyond America
Where language accents dwell
Senses of aroma where smell of enchanted puts one in a trance
Tasting the natural soil of the good Earth
Acquaint with like never before
As I wasn’t born with wings
There is another thing
Wings of a passenger jet
The best idea yet
Journeying far and wide
Where if I had wings won’t tire
Passenger jet recline back
Airliner style
Friendly skies
Opportunity wise

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