What I See This Day

At a loss for what to do or think
I sit and relate what I see
It is late in the day, yet the sun still is shining. Flying is just another experience. Why is it that I’m taken back every time I look out the age battered windows and see a miniature world frozen far below me?
The sun illuminates my immediate world
It burns and glows like a white hot coal
Through the soft melodies flowing into my ears I hear the overpowering roar of this large metal bird as it cuts through the upper skies, now reduced to a soft thrumm by the caps within my ears.