Flying
What great perspective flying gives;
The mundane is surreal;
Wide angled eyes so clearly see
Our Earth's greatest appeal.
The land's a patchwork quilt of farms,
And lakes look just like puddles;
The rivers wind like slithering snakes,
And clouds are soft as cuddles.
Like breast of mothers oozing milk,
Snowy mountains proudly stand;
And dots of houses look like salt
Coarsely sprinkled on the land.
The cars all glisten in the sun
Like jewels reflecting light;
Distance, like a trompe l'oeil,
Fools the eye and hides Earth's blight!
Copyright © Sarah Wellen | Year Posted 2007
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