If I Could Fly
In the tapestry of splendid surroundings, envisage dawn cracking with the hues of pink and orange in the painting of sky. From contraction of aorta to colliding of asteroids, I am enlightened with the astonishing ability to fly, noteworthy fascination! I would indeed see the world with a bird’s eye view. If I would be given esteemed opportunity to fly, there would be hurricane in my inquisitive head and my brain cells would argue where to go and what to do?
Fostering respect to every contemplation, I nominate ‘World Tour’ as a noteworthy election. From passing over the countries affected by the El-Nino to gazing at the crowd admiring the smile of Mona Lisa, I would be confused to either catch the corrupted officers red-handed or pass over amusing Antarctica? Should I fly over evergreen Amazon forest or keep a check over delivery boy of Amazon?
If I could fly, I desire to justify, ‘It’s not needed to be great to start, but start to be great’ and would sculpt the world as poise as writings of Malala Yousfzai and keen as calculations of Stephen Hawkins. It would be too pleasing to teleport from here to there in celerity, shrieking ‘Fly! My dear wings’ I would see the glorious world quainted by the whispers of the wind and my fascination would be higher than Himalyas, larger than the Pacific and greater than USA’s GDP.
In conclusion, embarking on the notion, I would be awakened by the reality that it was just a well-baked fantasy. I quote the assertion,” All the angels, gold at heart, have invisible wings” and I desire every individual to be that gold, not the rusted iron. This day isn’t light years away if mankind understands ‘living life like a skylark is the biggest pleasure’.
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