Flying high above the clouds,
Terrestial view is different now,
Patch work quilt of farm fields,
Show results from burdened plow.

Planted crops and fallow fields,
Each with its' distinctive hue,
Paint a scene of mans' dominion,
From the heavens wonderous view.

Puffy clouds hang in the air,
Floating, no evident foundation,
Prompt the mind to define shapes,
Suggested by the clouds' formation.

Bodies of water lie beneath,
Sparkle in the morning light,
Snaking rivers and proud lakes,
Views of them bring such delight!

Five miles high the view is splendid,
Above the cities, in the air,
It's like watching human anthills,
Take in their beauty, without a care!