Upon the azure canvas, he spread his wings of wax,
A dreamer daring the heavens, leaving earthly tracks.
The sun, a golden beacon, called him ever near,
Yet in his heart, a whisper, a song only he could hear.

With each beat, he soared higher, the earth a distant speck,
The wind, a gentle lover, caressed his eager neck.
Ambition, a fiery companion, fueled his daring flight,
Yet whispered warnings lingered, hidden from his sight.

The sun, in all its glory, smiled down upon his dream,
Yet warmth turned into danger, as wings began to steam.
A moment’s hubris cost him, the sky no longer friend,
As gravity embraced him, his journey met its end.

In the depths of ocean’s cradle, his legacy took form,
A tale of human yearning, amidst the calm and storm.
Icarus, the fallen dreamer, a lesson from the past,
Reminds us all of balance, where dreams and wisdom last.