***I'm not a fan of rhyming couplets, but it was a school assignment so...
My hands reach out to grip the air,
As if the wind is it's soft blue hair,
So gentle her cradle of gravity
But it is not enough for me.
I spread my arms wide and close my eyes,
To join the birds and fireflies.
The world grows small and the sky grows wide;
Above white clouds angels reside.
They smile at me and pass a wink
For they once flew like me, I think.
But moments like this cannot last,
So after hours have come and passed
My feet hit the ground as I try not to cry,
Already longing the taste of the sky.
