How I Wish To Fly

How I wish to fly

How I wish to fly

As I hold my arms up high

The windmill rota blades spin

I catch the fresh tasteful air

I look to the paintbrush sky

How I long to reach it

How I long to fly

How I long taste the beautiful alcohol ink sky

I become drunk on this wild scene

I look down to the jet blue flowers

The sweet lingering scent

I’m intoxicated

My lungs filled with this consuming air

My eyes overwhelmed by this freshly painted alcohol ink sky

The windmill rota blades spin

As I hold my arms up high

How I wish to fly

Toria

19/1/2022