To Fly High

Flying in the high wind
Rising on a thermal he grinned
seeing the world spread out beneath him
Swooping down just on a whim
To rise again on the strength of his wings,
Flying through all the loops and the rings

In clear blue heights he flies
Dodging the clouds dotting the skies
Gliding to a destination so far to reach,
With a will even a diamond couldn't breach
On and on through turbulent weather,
He flies on without a shiver in a feather.

His destination guides him forward
On his journey home , northward
To a place of cherishing hope
Where opportunities are in abundant scope,
But, In his mind lies a lingering question,
The answer, probably out of his comprehension,
But as they say ‘To be wise old man,
You must first be angry and young, but always with a plan.