Tell Me a Tale

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

1 Comment

  1. WilderSoul says:

    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.
    http://wildersoul.wordpress.com/free-gift

    Kia ora,
    Anasera

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