What a modern miracle it is Every time we ascend above the clouds And fly across the Earth's great distances We make titanium lighter than air And travel in castles built for the skies Delivered to us for the price of an airfare Birds soar, propelled by their wings Humans fly with stubbornness and fire Love of the craft and industrial-grade ball bearings A stray addendum from a weary traveller: Sailing among the stars becomes mundane And should have better catering (+wifi) The seats make me forget if I'm on a bus or a plane