A Poem for a Plane

I glide among the skies

I am neither wind nor rain,

The birds that see me squawk and drop

They must think their going insane.

The sun smiles upon my wings

And in the blue my engine sings.

Over and through the clouds I happily swing

Until I hear that horrible sound,

A warning “Ping!”

When I land, my tanks filled up to high,

So now I’m waiting until once again

I can be playing in the sky.