An Ode To An Aspiring Pilot

An Ode To An Aspiring Pilot

The stormy winds shake the aircraft hard,
As we fly high up in the sky.
I don’t feel any terror nor am I scared,
For I know I am safe as I soar high.

People around me stare at each other,
As they perspire in severe trepidation.
Fearful of the heavy drops of water that pour,
And seem to be emanating straight from heaven.

I smile calmly to myself
Relaxed in my secret knowledge
That nothing can happen to others or thyself
As the shuddering and rattling grow savage.

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