Through the plane window

We look through the plane window

Upon a small, small world

A fragile display of creations

One push and it crumbles down 

 

Upon a small, small world

Cars move like ants beneath our feet

One push and it crumbles down

What a frail world we live in

 

Cars move like ants beneath our feet

The shield that is our sky thins

What a frail world we live in

Cities can topple with just a breeze

 

The shield that is our sky thins

We watch through the plane window

Cities can topple with just a breeze

The earth’s a fragile display of tiny creations

Notes:

The cadence is so bad; I am cringing so hard.