To Fly
A child sees the world as new
Every day is filled with wonder
Why is the sky blue?
What Monster creates the thunder?
All these questions, and so many more
Too soon they grow and the world becomes old
No longer is there magic in the air
Their world is smaller, they do as they are told
But why? Is that fair?
Growing up leaves so many answers untold
For some, just a few we all know
The answers don’t answer the questions so bold
What is on that other side of a rainbow?
Can I touch the moon, so cold?
They look to the sky and wonder why
Why do birds fly?
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