If Only I Could Fly

IF ONLY I COULD FLY

I’d soar up to the Matterhorn

to pick velvety white edelweiss;

 

I’d visit Bolivian highlands

where air is thin and shivery.

 

I’d cross the treacherous seas

to drink Bordeaux and Chardonnay

in charming cafes along the Rhone.

 

I’d sail through billowy clouds

to feel the condensation fresh

as dewdrops on a summer morn.

 

I’d swoop through hoards of seagulls

hovering above the ocean waves.

 

I’d zoom outside the Milky Way

to discover unknown galaxies beyond,

maybe catch a shooting star or two.

 

If I could fly I’d carry moonbeams,

aromas of gardenias and bluebells

and lovely symphonies across the sky.