Up Up and away

September 30, 2016

Up up and away,
There you go, flying for the day.
When you look below,
Everything begins to narrow.
As the people reduce,
The clouds begin to produce.
Along the horizon,
You eyes begin to widen.
The ground below becomes blurred,
As you past the last bird.

Up up and away,
Still flying on this day.
30,000 feet high,
With nothing but blue sky.
The view so oboscure,
And your thoughts so pure.

As i view the rainbows end,
I start to descend.
Down down and away,
I must do this again someday. 

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