The metal bird was grunting
While we boarded
We fastened our seatbelts
And became the entrails of
The flying bird.
In the weather most frightful
Than ever before
Sky frowning with black and
Brown clouds
It was a bumpy flight
To touch the face of God
The bird tore through the clouds
In the midst of drops of rain
We soared high and high
Until above the rain bearing clouds
The next sky charming with the
Smiling sunshine
Down we looked to white sky below
A moment later the bird began
To nosedive
And back down we came to earth
With all joy to a place
We cherish like no other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful poem. A lovely description of a flight. Adventure is the soul of life. Your write captures the spirit of adventure really well.