In the boundless sky of childhood's grace,
Where innocence and joy interlace,
A bird takes flight, a wondrous chase,
Freedom's essence, in every space.
With wings outstretched, it soars on high,
Through azure realms, it paints the sky,
A dance of joy, no need to pry,
In every beat, a lullaby.
Oh, to be that bird in flight,
To feel the breeze, so pure and light,
In endless skies, where dreams ign...