Canopy of Dreams

When I first learned to fly

in a quiet place of trees and grass

and the open sky above me

whispering blue

light as feathers

and I knew I had to try

lifting my feet as I walked

believing I wound rise

a little at a time

until my steps did not touch the earth

I smiled gazing up

into flight

heavenward

over the waving trees

and some sparrows flying beside me.