Silence, gliding through the air.
Wings outstretched, not really there,
Thermals take me up and up
High into the atmosphere.
Soaring to heights where the air is thin
Tweaking aileron, tinkering fin.
Lost in a sky of azure blue,
I wish that you could be here too
To see the sights that I can see
Up in my glider, you, and me.
To see the fields a patchwork brown
With tiny people in a tiny town.
And then descending, down we glide
Like tiny children on a slide
We giggle, we chortle, we laugh with joy.
Back to the ground with the hobbledehoy.