Dark moss covered the sloping trees,
In a forest that stretched to the coast of a sea,
Makes you feel like flying,
Soaring,
And flying,
And I could,
And I would,
In the paperwing.
Out of the clearing,
Hands brushed the tips of leaves,
We're taking off
Steady,
Steady!
But we were twirling,
And diving,
Advanced piloting
Was our only hope
As we clipped the tops of trees.
It's so lightweight
Majestic,
too,
Aircraft of paper
-who knew?
Adorned with a painted set of eyes,
The eyes
Always set
Towards the sky.
Not my best work; concrit welcome.