A man who thought he needed wings <br />to fly above the lands of kings <br />woke up one morning with a pair <br />that been stitched from angel hair. <br /> <br />He moved them gently fro and to <br />and like a feathered bird he flew! <br />He should have been content with flight <br />but, boyed by arrogance and height, <br /> <br />he climbed and climbed until he came <br />close to the sun's eternal flame. <br />And if he knew about the sky <br />that only birds, not humans fly, <br /> <br />he did ignore the laws of science <br />and operated in defiance. <br />The sun did not take kindly to <br />the human who was bold and flew <br /> <br />but did not worry over things <br />because, right then the fellow's wings <br />had started to disintegrate <br />which sealed the fliers sorry fate. <br /> <br />The wings had been prepared with wax <br />and bound with angel hair and flax <br />both melted in the sun's warm rays <br />which tells you that it never pays <br />to challenge God, as you may die, <br />since only birds and pilots fly.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flying/
