Up Here

I think my favourite part
Of flying
Is the sky.

The sky,
Not above me
But around me.

From it's pale blue
In the distance
To the dark blue above.

Clouds float by,
Some whiter than white,
Some greyer than grey.

Their tops like
A range of hills
Or my hair when uncombed.

There is a sense of peace
When I'm up here.
All the troubles left
On the ground.

I am aware of
How beautiful this world is,
And even if it is
For that moment,
It is a moment worth having
Even if it is just once.

My favourite part of flying
Is the sky.