On golden wings I swoop down low
I circle and glide like part to the winds flow,
Over hills and natures countryside
And across snow peaked mountain tops,
There is no thoughts of being stopped
When I see and spot such beautiful sights,
On golden wings I must truly fly
Across cloud dotted and the blemish free blue skies,
Low and high no reason why
Between earth and sky I cannot lie,
I exhale a wondrous sigh
For all that I see with my eyes.