Constantly floating above the stars
Way above earth which is the home we call ours
Not wanting to make my way back down
I no longer want to be found
Gracefully swimming with the clouds
Flying up high above like a bird
As I look beneath me I can see earth
Contemplating as to rather I should come down and swoop by
With the yellowish orange sky calmness is what I find
And peace with the sparkling dark purple with a hint of blue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh..... this poem is talking to me