The machine steadied reluctantly on the clear sky,
And there on the plush seat I lie.
Music coursed through my veins from the tip of my earphones,
It took me to ostentatious places with just a change in tone.
Reverie succumbed to reality, and nature began to display its beauty,
Outside that plane the air grew thicker with humidity.
The crescent moon smiled blindly like the Chesire Cat,
and disappeared into the clouds as if it were only a gnat.
The horizon appeared showing its rage,
The mild sun rays seeming like a discoloured nebula cage.
The machine moved on into darker areas,
The loss of sight for the inner clouds must've caused hysteria.
The weeping clouds lit their way with electricity,
Throwing their tantrums hoping for someone to feel pity.
The machine descended, the sorrow of the clouds was out of sight,
The pleasantness was provided by the city lights.
Like depressing red curtains move away for a show,
The clouds moved away for the city's glow.
The plane touched down on the wet runway,
I hoped to experience again in the near future, nature's freeway!
Too good...
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