The Flight

An Iron Age Media Prompt

An angelic cruiser in the sky

Weighted wings unlikely to fly

Soaring with such heavenly grace

But rooted down to this place

Born from green Earth below

Upward they needed to grow

Into deep blue sky above

Into cloudscapes they deeply love

Taking time to build the ride

On which their life to purely glide

Through the space up on high

May not succeed, but must try

How far they’ll go is not known

What is seen is how they’ve grown

When crafting a machine like this

And feeling only divine bliss

The flight was longer than expected

Upon rough landing they got ejected

It did not hurt when they hit the ground

They just lay laughing from that mound