When the plane takes off,
it first accelerates quickly
and you can hear the rumbling sound of the aircraft
and the friction sound of the rolling tires.
Then you feel your body tilting backwards
and the sound of friction disappears
as it takes off.
The clouds
each one is like a floating island in the sky
From takeoff, they are counted
There is a thick layer of clouds on one layer
The sky is still not clear with two layers of clouds
On the third layer of clouds...
When it reaches the fourth layer of clouds
The sky becomes so blue
that you can't take your eyes off it
The city becomes smaller and smaller
The clouds obediently
lie in different heights like invisible bunk beds
Flying higher
Every direction is sunny
The cloudy and rainy weather
is all below
It's all experienced during the climb
During the ascent
There were times when I got lost in the white mist
There were times when I experienced turbulence due to air currents
But it's all in the past
Now
Everything is clear and calm
Flying over a place full of mountains
Rising hills and mountains
Wearing a green coat, like the texture of silk
Like matcha-flavored chocolate that I once ate
It really looks like green matcha powder sprinkled on the sandy ground
It's magical
The natural mountains
Seeing them green and brown, covered or bare
It's all so comfortable
Seeing the settlements and cities in the middle
With their white, red, blue, and brown buildings
But it feels a bit uncomfortable in my heart
Humans originally evolved from nature
What a beautiful coincidence it is
Humans only know how to take from nature
Climbing mountains and crossing seas, trying to conquer the earth
Mother Nature is like a tolerant mother
Occasionally, when her children are ignorant and arrogant
She frowns and a typhoon makes the children stick out their tongues
Admitting their youthful recklessness
No matter how well the buildings are constructed
They still don't fit in with the surrounding disorderly mountains
Against Mother Nature,
we are nothing.
It's true.
Looking at it this way, it really seems like
humans are humble parasites of nature
On the wing
Seeing the reflection of sunlight
In the distant sky
Seeing the white moon
The high places are beautiful
But we belong to the land
In the white clouds
I vaguely see the appearance of the city below
It should be a cloudy day
But really
There is light, there is the sun, existence, brightness