the flier

Its an airplane it’s a star
In the sky sure leaves a scar,
Shining tail and flying straight
As if almost without weight,
So much grace up in the sky
Such a marvel flying high,
So much speed through all its path
With loud sounds as if in wrath,
But it looks gentle from the ground
Skyly monarch will be crowed,
Its no meteor nor machine
But its my beauty sexy queen,
Whose grace of motion are like wings
Flying swiftly pull my strings,