Told from a child’s perspective, this poetic reflection captures the wonder of flight — soaring above trees, clouds, and even airplanes, singing with birds and brushing treetops with bare feet. The narrator revels in the freedom and joy of flying, yet acknowledges the loneliness of drifting too high alone and the pull of practical needs like hunger and rest. They savor low flights through the neighborhood, resting in trees and staying mindful of parental rules and safety. The story closes with a tender wish: for peaceful sleep and dreams where everyone can feel the magic of flying.