I soar high above the clouds. Not afraid of anything. I feel free, like I've been trapped in a cage for five years and someone just set me free. My friends, they follow me. We travel the world together. My friends and I see new sights everyday. I will never forget the first beautiful sight I lied my eyes upon the NY skyline, tons of buildings all lit up and standing tall for all to see. But from up here seemed so small.

      As my wings glided with the wind, I turned and landed in a magical place called Times Square. Times Square was filled with herds of people, in a way New York reminds me of the jungle. A jungle filled with crazy and wild animals. I flapped my wings looking down, watching Times Square get smaller and smaller, then suddenly I was one with the sky and the clouds again. From high above you could see that the city never seemed to lose its lasting glow. Always busy and never empty.