A Tiny Dot In The Sky

A Tiny Dot In The Sky

I am a poet,

Who dreams of words that sing.

I draw a picture with my words,

Of my soul’s innermost desire.

This morn I woke up,

With a song in my heart,

I went up to the balcony,

And looked up at the sky.

I could see a tiny dot,

Moving high up above me,

Leaving a wisp of white cloud,

Like the trail of a jet.

I wondered about the people,

Inside that flying machine,

Whose lives were v...