Flight

A swirling mixture of clouds,
In varying shades of grey.
I look out of the window,
Down below, is it a warm summer day?

Or perhaps it is dull,
The sky a gloomy grey hue.
Who knows what marvels pass below us,
As we journey, unnoticeable, among the clouds

Soon, night will fall,
And the cities will be transformed.
Like stars, the city lights will twinkle,
And the next morning there will be a new city, reborn

Into this new city will we descend,
The sky a blend of oranges, reds, and blues,
Until we finally touchdown,
No longer airborne.

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