Green Palm Trees Yellow Helicopters On the Blue

Beyond the atmospheric dome blue sky A red sun punctuates every moment gone Past cosmic black in dark suspense Hovers above the marbled cloud of Earth below When stepping outside for the very first time Looking up, the sky seems bigger than yesterday As if it grew up over night by lightning strikes Morning gathers clarity being viewed in colors Five thousand balloons drift by in mellow style Smaller than they were before their flight To follow outlines of flying objects high Of yellow helicopters holding patterns fast Hung like Christmas ornaments Seen from below they look toy-ish Against the back drop of gigantic blue Curvatures of a planet taken by its roundness Dome rises solid from within the mission path Inside the limits of imagination voyaging Vivid to the naked eye surprised at being seen Palm trees dangling in their greenery Floating roots in grave danger of being cut Helicopters know the distance to the nearest star When close at hand to plants, rotating blades above Almost afraid to touch They understand Long fronds on top, dress in brightness, stand on air Follow their own gravity, merge with the open sky Green palms, yellow helicopters, suspend activity Sway in silence above the fragile calm