Flying above the clouds,
Arrayed like the Alps,
Glazed with sugary snow.
I hear a delicate hum—
Hypnotizing in the silence—
Gliding through the boundless sky.
The morning haze gives up
And disappears.
The sky is bare above,
Stretching to a dark blue hue.
Below, the world is still—
The ocean awakens joyfully.
Fish rise to see
The clouds waltzing around:
Nature's choreography at dawn,
A dance orchestrated
By the break of day.
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rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I flew many times above the clouds. The scene was spectacular.
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A beautiful picture and wonderful images paint this poem.
Yes! I used to, as a child, plan how to gather some into a ziplock bag for the next flight. Beautiful. 🙏🏻🕊
Thank you for reading my poem and commenting on it. Your response could be turned into a poem.
Ah, most welcome- I shall look into your kind suggestion 🙏🏻🕊
A limerick, perhaps.
That would work as well! Gracias Amigo🕊🙏🏻
Here’s three to choose from:
Above the clouds I used to soar, As a child, I'd dream even more, To ziplock the skies, And bottle their highs, For flights I'd adore and explore.
As a child, I'd plan and delight, To gather clouds all fluffy and light. In a bag they would stay, For the next flight away, My pockets brimming with flight's white.
Above the clouds I used to spy, As a child, how they drift and go by. With a ziplock in hand, I'd gather their band, And save a fluffy piece of the sky.
Cool! Thank you for your generosity...
Con mucho gusto, hermano 🕊🙏🏻
Gracias!
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