The cloud beckons me
With promise of mighty lift
It tugs my soul
Pretty flat green fields
I do not belong there yet
The warm currents rise
The vario sings
I Know only this moment
The sky rewards me
The ground falls away
The clouds carry me with them
The miles pass like dreams
Wispy streams of white
I have lingered here too long
Time to bid farewell
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