I climb into my craft and buckle up tight,
looking forward to the feelings of flight.
Set free from the ground, I will soon be,
back into my element where I'll be free.
As I rev the engine and start to roll,
my perspective changes and time starts to slow.
The craft and I become one, one soul sky bound,
as we skip across the grass and lift off the ground.
Our thoughts are as vivid and clear as the sky,
contentment floods us as we tell the Earth bye.
Up, and up we climb, sleek, smooth and strong,
this is our element, our home, where we belong.
The air is crisp and crystal blue,
so alone, so beautiful, so reality true.
Look! A band of clouds! mmm an adrenaline sensation,
Sky castle clouds that need exploration!
A field of clouds never flown before,
we bank their way and listen to our engine roar.
Floating, like cottonballs hanging from a string,
we wonder what mysteries they will bring.
They are round, misty, orbs of moisture floating free,
and range in size from a big barn to a small city.
Truly big, round, raindrop castles all fluffy white,
each one hangs motionless, framed in it's own skylight.
We fly into the flock of clouds, for a friendly visit,
and smoothly bank around one and just barely miss it.
Flying as close to the clouds as we dare
our wings cut and slice through the morning air.
We aim for the biggest round cloud, and shadows grow,
with the sun behind it, the edges all glow,
We fly out the shadow into the golden sunlight,
and the cloud explodes into the brightest white.
Slipping between the canvas of cloud and the sun's glow,
we see the secret of the rainbow that only pilots know.
Painted on the cloud is a circular rainbow, perfectly round,
inside-blue-green-yellow-red-outside, a secret we have found.
In the center of the rainbow is a dark blue shadow of us,
surrounded by a round, flying rainbow that's glorious!!
Rainbow and craft fly across the white clouds face,
We fly together in formation, a head to head race!
As we bank around the cloud, the racing round rainbow,
flies into the lofty clouds mist, and now we know.
We know about the rainbow, we know why we fly,
it makes us one with wind and clouds, one with time and sky.
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