Once I had broken my wings, I had to heal them, I had to practise flying again..
I tryed, and tryed, only fluttering was able..
So i dreamed of flying ...
All day practising and waiting for the high..
Onece I stood at the cliff and throwed me down..
I had to fly, even my wings were not healed yet..
And I flyed down and down, just before hitting the ground I took all my might and overcome the pain and flyed over the ground...
I tryed to go up and up to lfy high in the sky..
My less power took me back to the ground..
But I was able to fly again.
So I practised more and more, also dreaming of the perfect flight... High above the sky and sailing over the clouds....
Flying with immens speed, gliding thru the air...
Flying...