The sky, the most beautiful thing this world has left. Oh my, what a broken place we live in. To fly will be my last wish when the end comes. We'll die, holding tight to our only kin.
Untouched by destruction and work of man. Untouched by humans that control the land. There is no other place to go but up. So hold onto me for as long as you can.
Pass through the atmosphere, and you will find a mysterious world called space and time. Planets revolve around a burning star. Watch as they orbit and slowly align.
The heavens--some call it--is where we'll go. Where the clouds can pass by neatly and slow. Observe the waters of Earth from above. Without gravity, try dancing with your shadow.
The sky, the most amazing place this world has left. Oh my, what a broken place we live in. To fly will be my last wish when the end comes. So high I'll soar, a new journey begins!
I think it sounded better when I was younger. I used to adore this poem. It's an oldie.