Going somewhere?
Have to fly to get there?
Where are your thoughts
As you look out the window
Way up in the air?
What beauty, what color
You seem to say
But how tiny, how small
The ships out at bay.
All problems you had
Don't seem so bad
Cuz they're all down there
As you're up in the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, you're either a stewardess or an ex-hippi. In either case, this is a nice bit of poetry!