Peace Of Mind (part 2)

Fly, fly, fly, way up into the sky,
Flying through the fluffiest cloud,
Over mountains and rivers abound,
Twirling and dancing in the sky so high.

Fly a little lower to the waters face,
Starring down at the crystal-like surface,
Then I see a young girl looking up at me with purpose,
She reaches up and our hands embrace.

She gently lifts off the ground with glee,
And up we go hand-in-hand over the summit,
I don't think she'll ever forget,
The day she flew as one with the sky.