At 88.000 Meters High Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Imagine
when we fly KLM
highest in the sky is 10 kilometer high
with three zero's behind that 10
10.000 meters deep
seen from your plane
you can only see greyish white
or whitish gray
no birds no bees
at all
but we stand tall
our man next to all
who is that man?
Who? !
God our heavenly Father
but don't bother
He is everywhere
where I go
since I always ask Him to go
where my duty leads me so

Branson's flight was yesterday
88 kilometer high
he confided the TV journalist
the promised height was 99 kilometer
Branson told us with a broad smile:
'I was informed with 88 km I will get my space medal too',
it was all only golden, greyish white and whitish grey, no bees, birds or butterflies at all '

oh, same was that when we fly KLM,
Branson has flown only much much more rapidest
with his Virgin space flight

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