The boy was laying on crass, wondering, how the clouds just past away

Then he stood up and start thinking, how he can fly away

He built wings and started practising and learned how to fly

“The wind was his best friend”, he said and now his going to fly

The wind carry him far away and the boy wasn`t never  been found again

He was a first human who had done it and now we all can say

there was a boy who managed to fly