Ode To A Fallen Bird

In memory of the passengers of Air France Flight 447 who lost there lives.

All alone pretentious to the world
Beneath my gleaning wings, passing me by

Likened to a mothers womb
I Caress souls of the human kind

Gracefully across the velvet skies
Far above the oceanic tides

The gentle purring of my capacious engine
At the overtures of my rhythmic beats

Ominous signs on a distant horizon
The hail and the storm distorts my vision

Cautiously I pass through nature's might
with a prayer and a song to please its sight

A blinding light in the stormy night
The sudden swell of the oceanic skies

As silently a cat stalks its prey
Fate did strike on the precious few

Every passing moment like eternity itself
Oblivious to all, in deaths embrace

Spiraling away from the starlit skies
All in one great crimson tide