Flying above the horizon, I watch below,
White clouds like cotton spread on floor.

Scattered by air currents,
They form little torrents,
There are many more blues,
Infinitesimal hues.

I try to count the number of shades,
It is tough as each one brightens ‘n fades.

The lands are green,
Brown shades add sheen,
Winds change patterns,
Sun adds lanterns.

As clouds pass through the wing’s tapers,
Could feel the jerk, as engine drinks vapors.

Steady flies the plane,
Between the clouds pane,
In a corridor,
Of sky’s flyover.

Little did we dream, humans can fly,
And cause in space, such hue and cry.

Carbon emissions!
Eco-friendliness!
Cost-effective flights!
Many fuel fights!!

Is flying important, many people do query,
Use of tech, without hurting nature is a worry.

Use the mighty,
Powers nicely.
Nature is beauty,
Use it wisely.

Clouds don’t fall, but allow them to form,
To safeguard the nature, set the right norm.

Cutting any tree,
Will hurt only thee,
Live with nature,
That’s our future.