Fly

And though I fly momentarily,
I love to be up here,
Above the clouds,
Above the rains,
Between the atmosphere,
And the terrains ,
The clouds are like,
Big mountain of flakes,
And we cut through it,
Like a knife through a cake ,
The world below is where we live,
And we love and fight and grieve,
Everything is so small,
As if they have lighten streak of lamps,
And the horizon is just on the corner,
Emitting rays of love and hope,
For few moments you come here,
And be above the rest,