Flying.
If I could only spread amazing feathered wings, I would do so.
And take flight.
Fly over the buildings, zip through the trees.
I would feel free, feel the wind blowing all over.
Birds are lucky, for they were born with this.
Wings can take you anywhere.
From the tallest building through the clouds,
Back down into the earth again.
What an adventure that would be.

Yes I came up with that poem at the last minute. Lol
And yay you get to see my handwriting!