Flying High

I sat in my room looking out at a plane going by Focusing on the white line it made in the sky And when the plane started to look like a bird I saw the transformation being so utterly absurd Sometimes one sees a vision of a dove in a cloud Or sees a helicopter in flight being just so loud So many illusions deceive what we perceive Reality is not necessarily what we believe At times, I try the impossible, try to see the light And then I try the incredible, understanding flight The intricate machine that’s such an awesome wonder Can soar above more powerful than a clap of thunder