Flight was the obsession of all mankind,
And so we predestined a way to find,
A way to soar high,
up into the sky,
and leave the ground that we’re used to behind.
Obtaining this Flight was a process so long,
We made many mistakes and got things so wrong,
We crashed and we burned,
but we constantly yearned,
To be up in the air and belong.
We watched and obsessed with the birds of the air,
To learn their techniques on staying up there,
We knew we would find,
If we drew and designed,
And never gave up in despair.
After time we did build and create,
A craft that could carry our weight,
But as the world shrank,
We went to the bank,
It was time to enlarge and update.
To us on these days the concept of Flight,
Is an amazingly common sight,
But let’s never forget,
The brilliant duet,
Of brothers Wilbur and Orville Wright.