Айгор — Clouds are beneath her

Weightless she glides right above the white clouds,
Watching the ocean waves playing below.
Highways stretch out like long stripes on the ground; just a cold wind,
And she's flying alone.
Morning light falls on the ocean so wide; through the thick coastal fog she continues to glide,
Hovering free in the quiet and chill,
Bathing in morning dew, peaceful and still.
Only the light,
And the peace up so high; lonely the soul is now flying unbound.
Clouds are beneath her,
Ride wing drifting by; a quiet flight,
Never touching the ground.
AIG project.
Sunlight plays over the curve of the earth; only the soul flies to stars in the night.
Milky Way calls from the deep of the dark,
Fading in boundless and beautiful light.
Only the light,
And the peace up so high; lonely the soul is now flying unbound.
Clouds are beneath her,
Ride wing drifting by; a quiet flight,
Never touching the ground.