Up, up, and away we flew into the sky;

What a thrilling sensation to soar so high.

Over the rocky and rugged landscape we flew

As the morning sun displayed its’ brilliant hue.

Grayish white clouds hung suspended in the air

At times refracting the sun’s lemon-tinted glare.

Such a majestic and lofty perspective of the scene

As we glided over with the earth far below our feet.

The sky around us was a vivid and vast blue sea

And stretched over us like a high vaulted canopy.

The highway below stretched out like a long and narrow river

And we flew over the lakes fabled the Seven Brothers.

Curving around Cloud’s Peak and Bomber Mountain,

We also saw Black Tooth, rugged hillsides, and olive green woodlands.

Gliding like a lone eagle in the flowing and swirling wind,

We floated on the breezy waves in the deep ocean of heaven.

But at last and all too soon it was time to return

To our home below, the mountainous and forest covered earth.

So gently we descended, coming softly down

And I knew the moment our small plane touched the solid ground.

And now today, I remember and hold in my heart

That cherished journey in the sky; a memory which will not soon depart.