It is my desire

Like a hot coal in the day

Always live wire

nothing can take it away

To feel light

and to see

the sight

around me

Around me is a bubble

Though that’s not what I awe

Neither is my reflected double

But it was outside I saw

The poof and floof

Of large white clouds another

They act like a goof

Stumbling and thrashing at each other

Not just gaining my awe

But striping my awe

But holding my awe

But devouring my awe

This is power of flying