Racing The Wind: A Blue Journey - Metal Print

Racing Through the Clouds

Swiftly I go, never to slow,
Light and airy, like a feather in the wind.
Tethered in thought, without end,
Through the clouds I race, blue sky in my wake.
Peaceful, determined, daring and brave,
Friends cheer me on so I never have to waver.
The sky is my playground, show me what freedom can be,
Racing The Wind and soaring eternally.

AI Mark Twain