Soaring the skies

In the stillness of the night skies, high up here,

The red light blinks on the flight wings so clear. 

The sky is decorated with stars so rare,

A painting in the sky etched with care. 

The night seems long and so does the journey,

Restless minds are naturally in a hurry. 

But small boosts make a memorable flight,

The weary mind is seeking a restful night. 

The flight is steered by two women with the reins they sit,

Such a treat to watch them take charge in the cockpit.

The rest of the crew were charming women too,

Makes an inspiring team far and few. 

The dim lights in the plane soothe the guests to sleep,

But disturbed by the shrieking child weep.

The silence is broken by the tantrum of a toddler kick the seat,

It's hard to get any sleep or eat.

As we eagerly wait to explore new sights,

With a schedule of our own, morning to night. 

The pilot announced a plan to descend soon,

The sound that felt like a boon. 

Through these hours, as we tried to find our calm,

The flight attendants tirelessly served with grace and charm. 

Uncomplaining they patiently answer every worry,

Without pushing back in a hurry. 

Arrived and relieved to deplane here,

For some it's back home, or some new lands explore. 

Stories will be plenty, hopes are more,

Soaring the skies with much more in store.