Flight

Imagine if you will a vast expanse
(And if you won't, well we can just stop here)
Through which the wind upon an endless dance
Whips back and forth (you do not need to fear:
Imagination will not make it so).
Imagine further, birds within the breeze
Who waft upon it circlingly slow.
Would you prefer to fly with them (now, please
Just bear with me) or walk along the plain
Watching them high above? I think that I
(And you are free to treat this with disdain)
For all that I would love, in dreams, to fly
Would rather watch (Agree or disagree?)
Admiring them floating over me.