by Clark James
FLY SO HIGH
I like to fly.
I can fly so very high.
So very high I touch the sky.
Such a beautiful sky makes me cry.
Sometimes I even cry when a birds fly by.
As they fly by I wipe the tear from my eye.
Years will go by and I will forgot to cry.
It’s okay to cry if you look at the sky.
When I see the sky I get so high.
If I had wings I would fly.