On a small man made structure,
Looking through the,
Small window as they call it.
A different world you see.
When not so high up,
At take off and landing
When you see those tiny little houses,
They dont seem to be what they are.
Like tiny little metal structures you see.
In a world of our own.
The setting sun on one side,
And the moon already risen on the other,
In a magical world,
Appreciating nature’s beauty.
With hundreds of other people
Looking at the same view,
But no one getting the same feeling as you.
The happiness of travelling,
Sometimes the sadness of leaving homes bites.
One tear drops but no one seems to notice.
In your own,
To yourself you cry.
Then how quickly you approach the land again,
And once again in the same man made life you enter.
Funny isnt it,
How man made structures
Give us a completely spectacular view,
Of something god madde.