Mechanical Bird

Look at the plane, as it glides above in sky
Circling and swooping, it isn’t shy

It goes up and back in big loops
Going straight down through big cloud hoops

Spinning in circles, he does many a trick
He speeds up his plane and he goes quite quick

He is as a graceful as a dove
Up there in the sky high above

He felt so free, up there in his plane
He could feel on his roof, the patter of rain

In his plane, he felt a different kind of happiness
A kind he could not feel on the ground

Then he became hidden, as he zoomed through a cloud
It concealed the whole plane in a white fluffy shroud

He burst out of the cloud, the sun glistening on his wings
He imagined a life up in the clouds, one with few material things

He flew for a long time, up there in his own little space
He took it all in, it wasn’t a race

As the sun set over the horizon
He knew his flight was almost done

He brought his plane down carefully onto the runway
And as his wheels touched the tarmac he was brought back to the material world