When I fly high
up in the sky
thousands of feet
above the ground
I proudly cherish
how genius
a man is,
and with his creativity
along with his ability
takes control of nature
But when I look down
through the vast clouds
I see different shapes
small as ants
I humbly realize
how frail
a man is,
and with all his inventions
that absolute power
belongs to the Almighty
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