A boy in his chair, eyes fixed on the blue,
Dreams of soaring high, like the birds he once knew.
No wheels to hold him, no ground to restrain,
Just wings to carry him, through sun and through rain.

He’d dance on the wind, with effortless grace,
A feathered spirit, in time and in space.
The world stretched below, a vibrant array,
A symphony of freedom, to brighten his day.

In his mind’s eye, he’s already flown,
A bird in the sky, finally on his own.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

A hopeful poem of imagination and freedom, where a boy in a wheelchair dreams of wings, soaring beyond limits into the boundless sky of the heart.

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