An old poem I found. I remember reading other Pixie Hollow poems and thinking I could do better. What do you think?
Oh the joy of flying
To take to air without a thought
To feel the breeze beneath my wings
Great expanse of sky above
Oh the joy of flying
If only it were not raining
To feel confined within these walls
There cannot be a harder thing to bear
Oh the joy of flying
We and the birds know it well
Poor humans, to tread heavily upon the ground
But we are of the pixie dust, carefree and light
Oh the joy of flying
Snow or flowers, leaves or summer dust
The treetop is our bower, house of rest
None can find us in this shady place
Oh the joy of flying
Do all little children believe?
Their hopes and dreams keep us well aloft
Say, children, that you do indeed believe