Quiet all around, the wind has dropped,
A bird sings softly in the evening light,
A lingering smell of metal, dust and oil
Warmed from a day that had been shining bright.
I see it there, my little metal bird,
The sun seems caught upon its glimmering tail,
It’s waiting patiently for me to come,
Release its breath; above the world to sail.
Suddenly the propeller starts to turn,
A wondrous sound across the valley heard,
We taxi, then the wheels lift off the ground,
I’m flying in my little metal bird.
And as I reach the pink and golden sky,
I think ‘this is the life’: to soar, to fly.