In the embrace of morning’s light,
Icarus soared with wings so bright,
Crafted by hands with dreams untold,
To touch the sun, so bold, so gold.

His father warned of heights too high,
But Icarus longed to kiss the sky,
With every flap, his heart did sing,
A song of freedom, a daring fling.

The sun’s warm gaze, a lover’s call,
Melted the wax, began his fall,
From heavens high to ocean’s deep,
The dreamer slept, in eternal sleep.

Yet in his flight, a lesson learned,
Of dreams that soar and wings that burn,
For those who dare to chase the sun,
Must face the fall when day is done.