Up off the ground whooshing against gravity Through the Canadian clouds At first the land was lost to white but then We rose above the clouds I looked down on the world From a height I had never before reached I saw the world anew, I looked down upon the floofy tops of clouds Across at their towering sides And down, down, through the clouds To the ground, Flying over Northern Canada I saw mountains of snow A glimpse of an alpine lake A brilliant blue spot of color In a landscape of white and gray Majestic mountains, The sun set and the full moon rose So brilliant and bright It lit up the world for me On my first flight, I saw as we left the smooth terrestrial snow To fly out over Hudson Bay Where sea ice covered the sea In crystalline fractures, I looked down upon the sea ice And out upon the clouds over land Back and forth as we made our way Across Northern Canada and Greenland, I watched the reflection of the moon Shift ...
