Nestled in my window seat,
The clouds unfold, serene and sweet.
No boundaries, they roam free,
And for a moment, I forgot where I'm meant to be.
Hey, look up, they're not out of reach,
In reveries, my mind does breach.
The stewardess, with a kind smile,
Offers me tea, she saw me
Cloud gazing.
Kindness, is a gentle landing,
In territories unbeknownst, expanding.
I don't need beliefs to remind,
That above the clouds, once, we lived, entwined.
