“Cloud Dancer: Soaring through the sky on wings of metal”

Cloud Dancer

Above the patchwork fields below,  
Where rivers thread through green and gold,  
A whisper hum of engines low—  
A silver story, swift and bold.  
She lifts her prow into the blue,  
Where sunrise gilds the metal wing,  
A dancer dressed in shifting hue,  
Where wildest winds are welcoming.

Cloud Dancer, name written true,  
Aloft amid the cotton seas,  
She rides the air as dreamers do,  
Her spirit tangled in the breeze.  
The land a memory in mist,  
The sun a smudge on distant heights,  
She banks where unseen breezes twist,  
Her grace alive in morning light.

Each cloud a partner for her art,  
She weaves between their lattice lace,  
The pulse of freedom in her heart,  
The sky her ballroom, bright with space.  
And all below may gaze and muse  
How one with wings of alloy spun  
Could join the sky’s eternal blues—  
And win a waltz with wind and sun.

So let her glide and let her soar,  
On wings of metal, dreams unfurled;  
Cloud Dancer, forevermore,  
A silver arrow through the world.

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