If only, if only the dove trusts the sky,
She flies through the evening, the day, the night,
Majestic and and self-concious, so very shy,
Keeping her innocence, her peace, delight,

So lonely for the white birded-angel,
she goes through her life, crying to you,
Keeping it calm, gentle, and swell,
Bless it be here to keep us true,

You fly through the breeze, extending the wings,
Be free, and show what free is, tending to taught a lesson,
Sharp as the lightning, bold as a parrot when it sings,
The formation is exciting, like a rubix cube's pattern, I guess,

You spread your wings, stretching as you wish,
the sky IS the limit, young birds take their swish,