Souring with the sky...Free!
A Poem when Balto is on the airplane in the third movie.
The plane roared as it finally took flight
The wind greeted me with a cool embrace
My eyes had to adjust to the sun infront of me
Then I saw the blue and white that made the sky
I thought I saw heaven smile at me
I soured with the birds beside me
I felt weightless in the air
I gazed down to the world below me
I could see almost every living detail of the land
The warm sun combined with the cool wind
Felt like complete harmony against my fur
Free from the limitations of land
Becoming the wind itself
Free...