When skies are grey I love to board a plane
There’s always sunshine up above the clouds.
To raise my head above the pouring rain
And raise my feet above the madding crowds.
In clear skies let me rise up in the air
and feel myself expand into the blue.
To float above the world without a care
And see it all laid out in eagle’s view.
When storm clouds loom and thunder rolls above
A plane’s the place to help you know your size.
Kilometers below awaits your love
Who seeks the fickle mercy of the skies.
As I write this the ISS flies past
The vanguard riding through a sky more vast.