Flying With The Clouds Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

FLYING WITH THE CLOUDS
MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

I wake up early in the morning
To prepare all I need to bring
To the island I have not seen
To attend a special meeting.

I got nervous as the engine
Of the plane starts to sing
And after a while so serene
I felt the the plane climbing.

What a sight I have seen
As I peep my window's pane
As if the clouds were chasing
Trying to hold down the plane.

I saw cotton spread for a mile
As others greet us with smile
As the plane soars so high
flying gently above the sky.

When I look down the ground
I saw glittering things abound
Flashing lines of silver lights
As the sun flashes its light.

After an hour of flying high
We descend from the sky
And just after a little while
We landed safe with smile.