On Cloud Nine

Oh how I wish that I had wings as I sit spellbound at swallows in flight
How awesome that must be to marvel from such a splendid height
Each and every one of them are murmurating happily but then again who wouldn’t be on cloud nine fabulously flying free
With the entire sky as their playground and the sound of a gentle breeze
Ducking, diving, flapping in frenzy and roosting amongst the trees

I want to be a beautiful bird as blue as the sky up above
To feel the wind upon my wings is something that I would love
Soaring like an albatross over the deep blue sea
Scavenging mouthfulls from the fisherman I’d never be hungry
But alas I am a human and as I haven’t got wings to fly
I shall book myself on an aeroplane and skim across the sky