A First Time Flying Joy

 January 29, 2019




I flew this much high above the sky

The sun and the clouds very close by

All I looked through the windowpane

My heart filled with delight again.

The woods and vales were standing still

The rivers quietly moved downhill

The roofs of houses seemed minuscule

The view of split world is ridiculed.

I wish I could fly some more time

Or let pause the clock for a while

A first time flying joy of mine

Travelling back home a thousand mile.