Lying on green grass looking above
As a boy I dreamed of sailing so high
Wonderment unleashed by imagination
Of adventures as big as the entire sky
The gears scraping like tearing metal
As it slows to a lazy, skipping crawl
Billowy clouds float like soup crackers
My plane climbs steeply before the stall
At high altitudes the sky turns black
Deep blue at the edges becoming white
It’s silent as the breath turns to fog
The sun around the edge burns bright
From space, Australia cries red tears
This Earth is home, the only one we know
Plutocrats ravage for profit and greed
As we watch our last evening meteor show
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