With red wings I could fly
through the blue colored sky.
Without a care in the world
for what I might find.
Buoyed up by rolling waves
of warm pure air.
I would flutter about with
no time to spare.
Constantly searching for
a soft place to land.
A flower that would have me play
my part as SHE planned.
And together we can bring joy
to those who are sad.
Finding truth and meaning
in the few hours we had.
To leave a memory
one could admire,
From all the joyful tears
the angels inspire.
And knowing when it came time
for me to die,
They could still look for my red wings
as I fly high,
Somewhere up in the blue colored sky.