Thoughts From 35,000 Feet

Thoughts from 35,000 ft. The bird ascends through seas of clouds. Bursting upon the sun in her shroud. We climb where heaven gives birth. Clouds now serve as a mystery to earth. Silver specks streak across sky and space. Searing the horizon on wings of grace. Safely in our cocoon of metal and fire. We glance below on majestic spires. Moon overhead A storm below. Theater of lighting bathed in the glow. In cities at rest, below starry lights. Volcanoes of fire dance through the night. Here in this realm, man strives to leave. Terrestrial chains begin to grieve. This gift is only granted to a few: a seat in the heavens with a divine view.