Fly

Water trickles down my face
Like a furious car after its prey.
I look up at the sky
And wish I could soar freely between the clouds.
I want to be able to speak Mother Nature’s language
And understand the trees,
The rain,
The creatures that scurry around.
But instead,
I return to my room
And wait there
Until the day I can finally flap my wings
And fly.