If only we could fly, if only trees could talk, if they could sing and dance and walk, than mirth and merry would never die. If grass could sing and the moon set sail, you and I would never grow frail, this would be the grandest thing...if only we could fly.

This poem went through my head one night as I thought and thought and thought. I think a lot. Some good some rot. On the whole I think of love. Love on the earth, love from above.
I truly enjoy free verse. And rhyming verse...hey, I've seen worse.