Ode to the Thunderbird

There is no freedom to be found,
Like that I find in clear blue skies,
Rising up above the clouds,
Soaring where the eagle flies.



There is no thrill like that I feel,
Turning tight and flying low,
Seeing things that can't be seen,
Going where men cannot go.



There's nothing that relaxes more,
Than floating on a gentle breeze,
Trees and mountains dwarfed below,
Flying high with graceful ease.



Oh Thunderbird you set me free,
You liberate my weary soul,
I dream of flying you once more,
When the world around me takes its toll.