Do you remember the first time you flew
I’m 60 and this is my very first time
Onto the runway and gathering pace
As we race
The nose rises up and we’re off the ground
Thrilling I found
What was it like that very first time,
The excitement as the hour approached
And we felt the power of the engines roar,
Slowly at first then, gathering speed
We fled along the runway.
Up, up and the houses and fields grew smaller
As we climbed higher
Until above the clouds, the sky azure blue and bright,
The earth look like a patchwork picture
With the buildings, glass beads glistening in the sun.
We knew we were flying fast
Time alone told us that
But everything below move so slowly,
A snails pace,
Time was standing still
The clouds thickened,
But so white and fluffy,
Like snow on a sea of blue,
With now and then a glimpse of the land below.
A brilliant, new, beautiful world.
And, as we came under the clouds
They were dark and dreary above us
So strange, two world, two views of the same thing,
One was bright and wonderful, the other dull.
God sees us from above,
What we will be when perfected.
We see the underside
With only a brief glimpse now and then
Of the brightness of our destiny
this story is part of Story telling Sunday over at Sian place if you want to read more. or even take part pop over there.