Falling Airplane
If I was an airplane,
I’d fall from the sky
Like a feather gently riding the wind
Until I slowly and safely and steadily
Landed in a grassy glen
Hidden from all the people
That just moments before
Looked at the sky with their fingers pointing
Exclaiming, “Look at that airplane falling from the sky!”
© 2025 David Greg Harth
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