Children of the Wind

Narrator:
Perhaps Eli Khamarov captured it best when he wrote: A sacred privilege is flight. Those who share in it have become guardians of the earth: Have seen what the gods have seen. Flight reminds us of our fragile nature And the extent of our temporary presence. It is a sacred thing, A reminder of where we were not meant to be, A reminder of where we are, Easily consumed, Our waxen wings lie within the perilous grasp Of our distracted star.