In The Sky Poem by Jane Meyer

The sky is another world.
Water bent into impossible shapes.
Defying gravity
Suspended as if imaginary,
yet undeniably there before your eyes
Sunlight glints off the plains of white,
filled with the strongest desire to run among it.
to let my hand play over soft crystals.

This is not my realm,
for I have neither wings nor lift,
but it is here that I belong.
Among the gentle white giants
and the wild gray stallions
to be above the wind and rain.
It is here that I belong.