If I had wings,
I would soar above the clouds, listening to
 their silent swishing. 

 If I had wings,
I would swipe a hunk of the vast, white
Candy-floss clouds. 

If I had wings, 
I would join the birds,
High in the sky, travelling far and wide. 

If I had wings,
I would look down pitifully at the
People below. 

If I had wings,
I would explore the world, high and low
Enjoying the views of beauty  and woe. 

If I had wings,
I would stalk the skies, hunting the prey 
That lives up high. 

By Robert