The sky (meh. cheesy title.)

by **FOREIGN?!** 4/3/2010, 9:32 am

Well, this was going to start out as a poem about a plane crash, but then it turned into this... and I'm not even sure what this is. O.o I'm pretty sure if goes here, but I'm not sure. Anyways, ENJOY!

I looked out the window, and the view amazed me. Grand purple clouds billowed and grew as the wing of our plane effortlessly sliced through them. As if we would never be able to tame them, and they knew it. The smaller clouds, however, turned to mere puffs of smoke as we flew through them; they simply disappeared and joined the sky. Beams of light poked holes in the clouds so that it was as if they were buckets of gold being tipped on their sides, letting sunshine pour all over every inch of the sky. Oh, the sky was the most magnificent of all. It was a thousand shades of blue, pink, purple, and I even felt like there was a hidden gold shimmer to it's large array of color. The sun was to blame for all of this beauty, for it was just a sliver of golden light near the ground. It's rays shot up and filled the whole scene, dancing through the clouds and- like us- flying through the sky. They seemed to fill up the world with colour, as if the night would never return, and all that would remain was this spectacular world of light, as if we would all leave our chains on the ground and join the birds in this whole new world. I felt as anything were possible, like everything would be alright and I could simply walk off our plane and live in this heaven forever. I felt happy, because when I looked out the window, and saw more than a sky. I saw hope.