They fly through the sky
And land who knows where?
They land in creeks and streams
In ponds and rivers
And in trees
Yet never frightened of their fate
Throwing paper airplanes through the wind
Where will they go?
Where will they land?
Some land in seas or in oceans
Others land in bushes
Or in hedges
In thunderstorms they're never frightened
Or afraid
Even when it rains
It still flies through the air
Sailing on the wind or the rain
Sailing past the rain and the thunderstorms
Caught up somewhere in the wind
Landing on trees or any where
Oh, how brave you are
Never to shed a tear once
No matter what your fate is
Never trembling at the thunder
When its too loud
Nor hiding from the dismal rain
But instead you fly through the air
And land who knows where?
I think its most poetical to describe
Paper airplanes on the wind
And to pen their beauty which
Sometimes makes me cry
Who knows where you will land
Except for God
Who knows where you'll go
Except God
Where will you go?
Where will you be?
Out on the river or floating on the sea?
Throwing paper airplanes
Who knows where they will go?

*~Marian~