Beauty Of Descending Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Finally pleasant, no doubt an adventure
I welcome when I ascend, embracing
Softer layers of earth's atmosphere
Don't enjoy, though it's really amazing.

Pains in the ears, decreasing pressure,
The whole sky though becomes a nude
A blanket, not hot, decreasing temperature
Tired of the moon at the greater altitude.

Looking down feel guilty, all the tall
Man and all the man-made crafts
Are becoming small, and too small.
Sexy birds, milky animals, silky crofts,

Are about to disappear from the sight.
Remains a smile, a service dutiful
Hostess may be nice for others, all right
Not for me, so what if she is beautiful?

I look out through the glass windows
Whatever was before my thirsty sight
I find naughty clouds erasing meadows
Anything remained, veiled by the night

Man is born with a complex attitude
I need silk below are the silkworms
My latitude is nicer than the altitude
On the earth I shall face all the storms.

Lakes and rivers, my seas, my mountains
My green fields, my fruits and my flowers
Flying above the clouds I miss the fountains
Raining, I can't touch the soothing showers!

Here go the clouds there comes the moon
I'm descending; lights, stars in rows
My grandchildren will receive me soon
How beautiful now look the windows!