Let others fly high.
I prefer flying low to the ground
Where the wind flows through my hair
Where I can still hear the birds chirp as I go
And still wave to those below.My eyes are firmly fixed on the ground
The world is what I’ve come to see.
I prefer to maneuver
The buildings and trees that mark everyone’s world.Let’s others get so high
That it all becomes dots below.
They too are just dots to me,
Too far away to make a difference.
Context (if you’re interested):
I was inspired by “Flying Low” by Wang Jiebing and wrote my own poem about flying.