Silence, gliding through the air.

Wings outstretched, not really there,

Thermals take me up and up

High into the atmosphere.

Soaring to heights where the air is thin

Tweaking aileron, tinkering fin.

Lost in a sky of azure blue,

I wish that you could be here too

To see the sights that I can see

Up in my glider, you, and me.

To see the fields a patchwork brown

With tiny people in a tiny town.

And then descending, down we glide

Like tiny children on a slide

We giggle, we chortle, we laugh with joy.

Back to the ground with the hobbledehoy.

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Soaring – July 22, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)