Well here's a poem..
BEFORE THE DESTINATION
BEFORE THE DESTINATION
Aeroplane, you fly so high.
Through the sky, clouds pass us by.
When we go, we go so fast.
The time, the earth, the land we pass.
Streaming through the air, so light.
To reach our destination by flight.
Nothing really matters up here.
Beause we're travelling, nothing to fear.
Through the sky, clouds pass us by.
When we go, we go so fast.
The time, the earth, the land we pass.
Streaming through the air, so light.
To reach our destination by flight.
Nothing really matters up here.
Beause we're travelling, nothing to fear.
No comments:
Post a Comment