If I Could

I am not a poet, but I do write poems for class, when I have to.

Id fly
Spread wings of softest white
Feathers thick and full
Id leap
Into the air

Over a green forest
Of summer trees,
Above golden fall valleys,
Gliding past snowy mountain tops
The ground below
Like frosted glass
Dipping down to touch
The fragrant blooms, a kaleidoscope of colors
In a spring meadow

Feathers thick and full
Id leap
Into the air
And never come down again

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