The Sailing moon seems to fade,

     I Watch as the light skims the waters face.

The birds Chirp above in the world we made.

     They See the litter and the Suffering.

If I could Fly, so sweet the breeze.

If I could Fly, the sweet relieve.

     The Rising sun Brightens day.

          I See the clouds Go away.

On the ground and in the street.

     Lay not alone but in heaps,

          are plastics and hazards only they really see. 

If I could Fly, I would believe.

If I could Fly, I would leave.

     From down below we Walk away, 

          from their height they suffer too late.

With wings so light, they soon will die.