An early morning flight and a window seat,
The sun rising above the clouds, in the Far East…
There’s seldom anything as embalming as the rising sun,
The beauty of a dawn is second to none.
Or so I thought…
It was a regular flight of 6E,
where I saw a breathtaking irregularity!
As calm as the voice of the waves in a moonless night,
As scintillating as the glorious sun in broad day light;
As poised as a queen in a poet’s prose
As fresh as a wintery mist on a red rose;
Unprecedented , the dawn had no chance,
It was beaten in being the ‘exemplar of divine romance’.
And when the first sunlight touched her face,
I bet even the dawn must have embraced
it’s defeat in beauty, which a non-living could also see,
It’s conqueror? She, of the flight 6E!