Upon the azure sky he soared,
Wings crafted by a father’s hand.
Dreams of freedom in his heart stored,
A journey to a distant land.
The sun, a beacon bright and bold,
Called to him in whispers sweet,
Promising warmth, tales untold,
A destiny he longed to meet.
Yet folly danced with wings of wax,
As closer to the sun he flew,
The heat unveiled its cruel attacks,
Melting dreams he thought were true.
A caution lost in youthful pride,
His fall a lesson in desire.
In the sea’s embrace, dreams reside,
A silent witness to wings on fire.