The greyness is quite soothing,
While at dusk you fly so low,
The pools below are moving,
And leaving ripples as you go.

What limitless freedom you know,
To feel the wind upon your face.
No borders to where you can't go,
Boundless of time and of space.

Oh! What pow'r to rise, and rise again,
And plunge upon your every whim,
Burdenless ever from where you've been,
Clear vision while my own grows dim.

Thank you, my dear sweet wing-ed friend,
For my mind has soared with your flight,
And though this day has come to an end,
I will be flying with you tonight.