Poetry 2

The Thrill of Flight

By Sara


The wind rushing through your ears

As you leave the ground

And enter the realm of clouds

Leaving your troubles

And entering a realm of peace and serenity


Your wings pound

In unison with your heart

As winds carry you along

Wing tips brushing fluffy white clouds

And all you see is purest blue


You twirl through gentle rains

And let it wash away your troubles

Letting your conflict vanish like smoke

Leaving simple bliss


You soar through the skies

Never wanting to come down