Over windows and bright doors
Flying through the sky feeling air rush across my head.
It’s the wonderful feeling of flight in the sun.
A long drink of cool water on a hot summer day,
A drop in the pool to catch the wonderful caress of the currents.
If it were a color it would be a soothing turquoise,
The feeling of a slow, deep breath,
It smells like baking cookies and tastes like hot, fresh bread.
It sounds like a breeze as it plays with the grass.
It’s an ethereal feeling
But it’s feedom incarnate
Sometimes it’s simple but sometimes it’s not
It’s simply just where I belong.