Flying High

Happiness has its own price,
Celebration, work and spice.
Flavour being what we have to do,
And light and love being the key to the two.

The sky's not high; Lets learn how to fly,
If its been too long, with acceptance, sigh,
Always the people's heart try to steal,
Soar the skies, but learn how to kneel...

                               - ASK