Riding Through the White Clouds

Posting a poem I wrote back in 11th std.

This is the most plainly that I could ever jot down my thoughts, a jumbled mess in my head. 

A mile above the ground

I flutter my red wings;

My friends, my foes I left down

just flying as I sing.

All white and blue, the setting sun

that’s all I can see;

None behind, none ahead,

no one flying beside me.

I look down to see the world

so small… so far from me

As if it knew not who I was,

being carried by the breeze.

Those tall oak trees, a speck of green

The tiny river flowing by,

The sight of high standing mountains

only make me sigh.

I know not where I am heading

Perhaps, I’ll never know.

Through the blue sky, white clouds

He’ll tell me where to go.