Look Deeply To The Skies; Hear The Meadow Larks Cry.
Watch The Flutter Of The Birds As They Go Soaring By.
Miniature Angels Upon The Wing, With Voice As Pure As Fresh Born Spring.
The Mighty Eagle, The Lowly Owl, The Robin, The Chickadee, and Grouse;
All With Equal Praise Upon The Heavens Are Placed.
To Grant To Us Such Loveliness; From Within Our Minds We Race.
Together We Shall Soar So High; Above The Earth To Grace.
Floating Gently In The Sky; Far Above, As Clouds Drift By.
So Let Us Join Our Feathered Friends; Take Their Beauty Unto Our Ends.
We Can Learn So Much From Them As Well; They Teach Such Magic With Air's Swells.
The Bird, Such Wondrous Variety, Such Hues Of Colors, and Gold; The Ability To Stir Our Imaginations To Greatness, and Even To Flight As Well.
Wouldn't It Be Such A Sight; To Watch Us Fly High In The Night?
You and I, Side By Side; In Glorious Equal Mighty Strides!
There Is So Much That We Can Dream About. It Might Allow A Cripple To Fly; If Only Imagination Could Soar So High!