The tether breaks, a whispered sigh,
From gravity, we learn to fly.
No concrete chains, no earthly hold,
A story waiting to unfold.
The wind, a lover, strokes our face,
Across the endless, starlit space.
Below, the world, a painted hue,
Of greens and blues, forever We Fly
Our spirits soar, on wings unseen,
A vibrant, incandescent sheen.
Through clouds we dance, a silver streak,
A language spoken...
