I fly over the sea of clouds, the ground far beneath me,
they rush past my window seat as I stare at their beauty.
The sun peeks over, slowly rising to it's full glory.
like a diomond it shines, piercing my eyes,
the colors flow over the clouds pouring all over the skies.
There is one more star, refusing to sleep and be gone,
as the darkness has no choice before the dawn.
Who knew that there was a whole new world up above us?
With all different colors and textures.
I kinda wish I had wings so I could fly over it myself.
It's just that glorious.
But for now, I am back on the ground.
Gazing up at the puffy clouds, or the beautiful stars.
With that perfect picture in my mind,
of the sea of clouds in the open sky.
Who knew that there was a whole new world up above us?
With all different colors and textures.
I kinda wish I had wings so I could fly over it myself.
It's just that glorious.
But for now, I am back on the ground.
Gazing up at the puffy clouds, or the beautiful stars.
With that perfect picture in my mind,
of the sea of clouds in the open sky.