Marvel of Flight

A person experiencing flight for the first time from what feel (Daily Poem 23/4/19 Entry)

The first time you take to the open sky

You see lots of vivid colors as you are scared to fly

A terrifying combination of red, orange, maybe even a little brown

All so terrifying, as you feel the wheels leave the ground

You feel like the feeling will never go away

Like you are locked in a time capsule of infinite sway

As time passes, the fear loses its way

The colors as well, seem to slowly fade

You start to relax and let time flow by

Never quite noticing, the shy colors coming from enjoying the fly on high

As you come down from the sky and begin to land

Your legs shake as you get ready to move and stand

As you part from your first flight forevermore

The colors turn to lights dancing toward the sky-bound shore