Looking at the sunny and cloudless sky,
High up a small white aeroplane flies by.
My heart has this feeling of yearning to fly,
What would it be like, h'mm I wonder now..?
To feel the control column in my hands,
A challenge and rather fun, me thinks.
I can hardly wait for the booking day,
I have only to wait out two more sleeps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem