The plane of element

Blossoms bloom and sprout from the windows,
the colour of spring and happiness.
Flames of fury rise from the engine,
Like a phoenix crumbling into ashes accepting defeat.
Puffs of air are stranded inside,
Oxygen protecting the planet.
Tears of glistening water hang and drip from the wings,
Like the plane is crying with joy.

Aquatic songs sing from the plane,
Magic surrounding the twinkling body.
Flames climb up the engine,
Making the plane wobble…then drop,
Leaving a million stomachs behind.
At the doors earth and soil is escaping the prison with sunlight,
Where only crisp plants live, crunchy plants live.
Air is being swallowed by the engine is gasps and rasps,
It’s being sucked into a world like no other,
A world where only heat exists.

The plane is driven through different time periods,
Driven through flames, water, earth and air.
A time period where all elements exist.
Windows like a fresh flower garden.
Wings like the roaring Atlantic ocean.
The engine like an ablaze phoenix.
The door swung open from the force of gravity and air.
The plane flies through the night sky,
Like a shooting star,
Humans making wishes right now.