106. April 16th
Gliding, soaring, dipping, diving,
Flying free like a bird on the wing.
Not confined to the ground below,
Free to roam in the clouds.
We all want to be free,
Not confined like a penned up chicken,
Free take off at any moment,
Like a kite flying up high.
Rising up on thermal currents,
Flapping your wings, hover still,
Then plummet down like a stone,
Then your wings stop you quick.