I'm easing out   Of a single file line,   Possessed by early morning dew.   And rays of light that shine   Through the tops of trees   The teachers herd us towards the bus   With hands like dried up leaves   Not like the green   So high above and below   Now I am an airplane   oo-ee-oo-ee-oo.      A moments hesitation   In the dream.   This airplane's tainted by long living,   But in this morning I am a child.   With wings spread wide and weaving   Through the others,   More than simply fearless, I   Can catch the wind   And turn cartwheels through the trees.      In a halo of light   Reflecting off   The yellow bus   I catch the glares   From the grass.   The children stare   Their knees are scabbed.   Their chance to fly   Is passing by   And on their knees   Spread wrinkled lines.   We all must die   Like petals wilt   And who am I   To stand on stilts?   But still obliged   To ask a question sound   As any for the asking   While still floating above the ground.      Do your children care to join me?   No, we're all afraid   Afraid of fright.   I don't want to be alone   Suspended on parade   With a fear of heights.