As the Plane Soars High
As The Plane Soars High
E-arly Friday comes out,
D-ecember thirtieth day;
W-hite clouds up above
A-re replacing the gray.
R-ise of the sun begins, after the Thursday twilight;
D-awn has just broken, leaving the dark of night.
D-ust in the open air
I-s nowhere to be found;
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re buried in the ground.
I-t's a wonderful birthday, beneath the blue sky;
N-ew morn meets the breeze, as the plane soars high.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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