Travel Journey
I love to travel on an aeroplane,
Particularly by a window seat,
When looking right out of the window pane.
Look out so tiny is the city main,
A tirade of small houses all quite neat.
I love to travel on an aeroplane.
The wildest fields by fluffy clouds are slain,
And no longer can one see the city street.
When looking right out of the window pane.
I take a photo of window terrain,
The birds down below my photographs meet.
I love to travel on an aeroplane.
The right time from the window I refrain,
As I admire the views my heart does bleat.
When looking right out of the window pane.
Upon my photographs I see a stain,
It's the bright yellow sun causing a treat.
I love to travel on an aeroplane,
When looking right out of the window pane.