Flying

A man who thought he needed wings to fly above the lands of kings woke up one morning with a pair that been stitched from angel hair. He moved them gently fro and to and like a feathered bird he flew! He should have been content with flight but, boyed by arrogance and height, he climbed and climbed until he came close to the sun's eternal flame. And if he knew about the sky that only birds, not humans fly, he did ignore the laws of science and operated in defiance. The sun did not take kindly to the human who was bold and flew but did not worry over things because, right then the fellow's wings had started to disintegrate which sealed the fliers sorry fate. The wings had been prepared with wax and bound with angel hair and flax both melted in the sun's warm rays which tells you that it never pays to challenge God, as you may die, since only birds and pilots fly.