Flying high above the tallest mountains
I look out of an oval window
My eyes adjust to the sunlight bouncing off of the white wing
Focusing past the long wing I see countries connected together like puzzle pieces
I watch as tiny toy cars scurry across the playing bored
Houses that seem monumental in size appear to be nothing more than a doll house from above
The shift in perspective leaves me awe struck
My mind akin to a kids thinks of countless stories to be told
Stories ranging from being a graceful god watching on as his people live in peace
To being a scornful god watching on as his people shed blood in war
Still staring at the window
I see a flock of birds gliding effortlessly through the wind
My time basking in this different point of view is cut short as the plane starts its decent
The seatbelt light turns on and I buckle in
In the blink of an eye I am back on land
Looking up at the clear blue sky
I sigh hoping for the chance to have a birds eye view one more time
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