Wrote this poem based on a view from the flight window
Over the clouds we fly
Higher and higher we soar
Far, far away – you and I
Where? We do not know.
Wisps of white we see
Islands in the sky
You and me
Watch them, gliding by
Now we enter one
Cocooned in a haze
Drops of water- none
Blurry is our gaze
Where are the drops of rain?
We ponder as we leave
A mystery; we think in vain
Floating angels, a miracle they weave.
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