Dancing Through The Sky

I skim port side toward the Beaks

On my other side are the montains and peeks

My feathers leave a firy glow,

And my spirit starts to grow

I feel the wind on my left

The sun on my right

I avoid a cleft

And get back in flight

They watch in awe as I glide

I see my friends look up with pride

My ryb nods her head

And I feel no ping of dreed

The wind goes against me and slowing, I begin

But, although I rip through the sky,

Being pure is more a sin