Beneath the endless azure dome,
Where dreams take flight and spirits roam,
We soar on wings of hope and might,
Through boundless day and starry night.

The clouds, our pillows, soft and white,
They cradle us in gentle flight,
As sunbeams dance upon our wings,
We rise above all earthly things.

Each gust of wind, a whispered song,
That guides us as we glide along,
Through tempests fierce and calmest seas,
We chase the winds, forever free.

And as we journey, far and wide,
Through skies where endless dreams abide,
Our hearts will ever yearn to find,
The heights of hope, the flight of mind.