Fixed with wings
We were made to fly
For one fine day
To command the sky
The wings won't last
They fade away
But we'll always have
This one fine day

Like birds we swoop
And then we soar
For this one fine day
There's nothing more
Than napping on clouds
And roaming the skies
Nibbling stolen pieces
Of departed sunrise

Breathing in sunshine
Chasing rainbow treasures
Riding the breeze
The ultimate pleasures
When the time comes
Our wings fade away
Leaving one sparkly feather
To remember this fine day

NCL August 2019