Way up high in the cotton wool sky
Above the streets and fields and homes
Where tiny dots are cars
A blueness drifts for miles and miles
Except at night, there’s stars
There’s lots of people high up there
In awe what sits below
To see our land from high above
To view this greatest show
The engines purr, distinctive pings
The seatbelt sign is off
The cabin crew bring food and drink
Enjoy but do not scoff
A view beneath which fills your eyes
Just look, admire this scene
From mountains high to oceans blue
It’s nature’s TV screen
The rivers bend, the landscape shifts
This show from way up high
From far up here, above the clouds
This cotton wool blue sky
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