Iberia A340-600
2006-11-27, 11:10 PM
I had to make up a sonnet for english homework and I chose to do it on flight.
My Soul is in the Sky…
The air up in the sky is very pure and fine
Like a substance made for only angels to breathe.
It is a sheer delight that I can claim as mine,
When flying amid clouds encircling me like wreaths.
When once familiar with the joys of flight
you will always long to return skywards
Being bound to Earth can become your plight;
and you walk on the ground with eyes turned upwards.
Looking at the Earth below from the air is delightful
like watching winter’s first snow draping everything in silence.
The hush of the passing clouds is soothing and peaceful
And the lands below moves with its own special cadence.
When I’m flying above is just the clouds and I,
My spirit is unbound and my soul is in the sky…
My Soul is in the Sky…
The air up in the sky is very pure and fine
Like a substance made for only angels to breathe.
It is a sheer delight that I can claim as mine,
When flying amid clouds encircling me like wreaths.
When once familiar with the joys of flight
you will always long to return skywards
Being bound to Earth can become your plight;
and you walk on the ground with eyes turned upwards.
Looking at the Earth below from the air is delightful
like watching winter’s first snow draping everything in silence.
The hush of the passing clouds is soothing and peaceful
And the lands below moves with its own special cadence.
When I’m flying above is just the clouds and I,
My spirit is unbound and my soul is in the sky…