(This is a poem I wrote in school, modified to be better.)

Soar.

One day I was flying through the high blue sky,

With wings that shook as the wind blew by.

I think I’ll land on a cloud today,

And look down below at the boating bay.

But look! There my friends are, absorbed in play,

I think I’ll have some fun with them, I humbly say.

Woosh! Woosh! I’m on the ground now.

My friends look at me, wondering how.

“Oh, magic,” I say, with a wave of my hand,

“Don’t worry, come on. Let’s play in the sand!”

Soon they’re busy, digging a hole,

They have forgotten! I have reached my goal.

But when the fun’s over, and we’re going home,

They ask me again, and I angrily groan.

“I was there the whole time,” I grumpily say.

“Watch closely, look near and far away.”