What’s seen in clouds is all for free
On journeys long this picture sky
Presents a huge majestic stag so high
Above us for all to see
As journey moves also do clouds
Just view their pictures looking down
No longer stag for now its man
With old top hat and bag in hand
Much shade of white yet really dark
In places scarce and blue in parts
Not hard to see how legends ran
Of god like beings joining man
As thoughts of loved one comes to mind
Are they at moment same as mine
Looking skyward and soaking time
To see the stag and man up high
Do aero passengers looking out
Just see mist and dew about
As they cruise through my stag and man
Their view is closer, yet they cannot see
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