Tungstenturtle Poetry

Flying

A dream of freedom,
to overcome.
The power of gravity,
which feels naturally.

The view, the sight,
the sun so bright.
Not every detail anymore,
an overview from hill to shore.

Escaping from the everyday,
flying often means holiday.
For others it means business day,
a short trip, enough time to stay.

Some of us do live the dream
and fly high above the scene.
For the flying as freetime session,
after hours of flying lesson.

Being free like a bird they say,
doing it your own way.
The magic of the open land,
is then in your own hand.

Not feathers are required,
as a safe flight is desired.
A machine from experts made,
is for human flying the better trade.

Through technical excellency,
a humans dream became reality.
To connect and set us free,
what a beautiful opportunity.