Joy of Flying

Under severe clear where dreams find their flight,
An adventure aloft, in the purest of light.
In a Cessna's cockpit alone, takin’ to the sky,
Un’xpect’d canvas of clouds, always on edge, abide or die.

Single engine hums dodging the fluffy balls climbing up high,
A dance with the winds, always on edge, where spirits can't lie.
In this ethereal world, where eagles may roam,
Find my own solace, my spiritual home.

It's a marriage of tech and the heavens above,
A harmony of science and a suspensi’n of reality with pure love.
Gauges and buttons galore, with chatter on the radio.
With risks in the marg’ns, always on edge, and thrills on the wing,
Embrace the unknown, like a bird on the wing.

For up here, being one with the vast open space,
A communion with nature, a sublime embrace.
The world shrinks below, as I ascend to the blue,
In this exclusive realm, always on edge, where dreams can come true.

A Cessna, my vessel, in this daring ballet,
Where joy meets adventure in the light of the day.
A pilot's world, on edge, both otherworldly and grand,
I touch the divine with my heart in command.