I Think I Can Fly
I Think I Can Fly The air was cool. Lighted with sparkle. The day was resplendent, Created for children to play. He stood on a rise, Hands held upward to the sky. He shouted aloud, An exuberant cry. "I think I can fly!" He lept in glee To slide down the hillside. So easily. Inspiration; Sparkled... Sign in to see full entry.