The sky pushes away night’s blackness to allow the colors of morning to show.
Lonely runway strips sit waiting as early chilled air blows.
Rows of grey, four-engine giants slowly come to life.
One by one gaining speed to defy gravity and take flight.
Now gone, the deafening silence is broken by a distant train’s call.
Its cries devoured by the greatest predators of all.
Turbine engines roar in the distance, rolling out of the dark.
The sound resonates deep in the soul causing a beat to skip in every heart.
Sleek bodies prowl on the runway, forming perfect lines.
Beautifully aerodynamic wings impatiently tensed as the metal shines.
Engines increase power causing the solitary pulse watching to rise.
In an instantaneous movement the first shoots forward and flies high.
The others follow suit filling the morning sky with their glory.
And that’s the end of my story.
