Flight

So loudly sounding the song of the wren
Feathers flutter through wind so restless
And hollow bones float easily weightless
Lovely flight inspiring dreams of men

Ever held to gravity, man has been
To touch the stars, a wish I now confess
Forever doomed to dream, and write, and guess,
And never soar the skies, feet planted in

How is it that the heart is free to fly?
And minds can travel anywhere in time?
But the body can only pantomime
To lift my heavy feet from where they lie.
Since the dawn of man he has wished to soar,
But rooted down he shall stay evermore.