Tracks across The Sky

Tracks across the sky

Scars of modern travel

Highways in the air

A line to follow you there

A silver bird migrating

To summer’s golden shores

Arrows flying straight and true

Arriving to take off yet anew

Looking down from up on high

The globe’s curves miraculous

Jagged peaks and darkened seas

Warmer climes or a winter freeze

Passing by at the speed of sound

Until we slow to return to ground

Leaving, on a jet plane

Leaving, never to come back again

Away I go


Bye bye








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