On top of the clouds

On top of the world

It is bright in the morning the clouds are as white as marshmallows.Also the beaming light of the sun is shining brightfully.

The clouds are as fluffy as white soap foaming up everywhere you go. Also the white fluffy clouds are disappearing everywhere you go. As the plane is moving the bumpy clouds are fading in the vanishing air.

When the faded air blows across the plane the cold air pushes the smooth,gentle plane to the east.Also the sound of the buttons clicking are glassy and polished.

As the pilot pushes the clicky buttons while controlling the smooth and gentle plane his hands are as fidgety as a monkey.

Finally the smooth airplane starts to land the colour's of the beautiful sky vanish to dark colour's of the night.