voyage

Though the sky was cloudy, the path was clear, We soared through thick clouds, drawing near. When white clouds spread like a soft carpet wide, We glided above like a seagull in stride. The clouds resembled a ship's smoky plume, Drawing close, prepared to resume. Westward I noticed our course to be, Gazing at Earth's grand symmetry. All seemed smooth, stretched far and vast, The gray steppe, dunes, and mountains amassed. Only the ravines with their rugged line, Marked the land like an old face's sign. From afar, a village waves its hand, Did its people see us above their land? Does a child dream, with ambition so strong, To be a pilot, where dreams belong? Though the land is endless, vast, and wide, From the sky, it fits in a palm’s stride. And when I return to the ground below, I too may feel like a child, I know!