What I long to see are the endless blues and greens as I feel the summer breeze blowing swiftly in front of me.
I can gilde,
I can fly,
I can even touch the sky.
I am free,
I can sing,
I can do almost anything.
I seem so small, but then,
when I stretch my wings and soar,
I see the world so narrow and small.
Giants look like...