In the realm of dreams, where aspirations soar high,
There lived a young soul, with wings that could defy.
Icarus, its name, a spirit so free,
Yearned to traverse the heavens, above the earthly degree.
With feathers meticulously crafted by its hands,
A symphony of colors, like a painter's grand plans.
It dreamt of a flight, where no limits could confine,
To touch the face of the sun, where dreams intertwine.