This sonnet has no name, if anyone can suggest one that would be useful. Enjoy.
Look up high and maybe you will see,
Soaring in the open clear azure,
A creature of perfection, always free,
Beauty undiminished and heart so pure.
Wings swept back as graceful arcs of light,
Rainbows follow, shine like precious jewels,
To dance among the stars is her delight,
And taunt those on the ground and call them fools.
Oh! How I wish that I could join the grace,
That is her flight across the bright blue sky,
And race with her and match her speeding pace,
I know this can’t be done, the question’s ‘why?’
Why can I not fly up in the air?
Can it not be done with just one prayer?
EDIT = Typo... (I edited this typo THREE times!!! I'm still not sure about it. It's the last but one line of the poem.)
