Plane dropped on the ground
From the north side of the sea
It rose, and like a bird, it flew
Soaring, wings spread out
Impossible I know, but mama
I just might be flying
Rising with the winds
Open the windows, and it’s all blue
I’m high, so high
Plane dropped on the ground
From the north side of the sea
It rose, and like a bird, it flew
Soaring, wings spread out
Impossible I know, but mama
I’m with the clouds
So rest those wary shoulders
And sing along with this tale I’m about to tell
SIMPLE WORLD 
I want to hear the tale from high above the clouds!
I want to hear the singing from below on the earth!
Thank you for following my colouring book blog for so long.
Here is a little thank you gift, winging its way across the blue blue sky
to you.
Kia ora,
Anasera