Above the ground I feel a vessel of air
Through the clouds I pass with care
Before me lies the path to the west
I find my return to life for the best

Nature is wondrous to behold in my soar
Time is of no concern in this galore
Space frees me far from the surface
All is a show for my eyes to encompass

The ground was my tomb of distress
Until I saw my escape to the west
To use my wings was the one dare
I fought until I revived in the air

The ground is a memory and the air is home
My arms spread guided my free roam
The horizon is a beauty of orange hue
This heaven I will always stare straight to