Like ducks in a V, we fly.

Birds in formation, turning in unison.

Like a hive mind of bees, we fly.

Dutifully following our Queen’s every move.

Like a child’s kite, we fly.

Moving where the wind takes us.

Like a bag in the breeze, we fly.

Dancing like the most beautiful thing in the world.

Men were made to walk the land,

But as we step into the silver steel bird, we defy the odds. And we fly.