Ask what sound it is the jumbo jet makes
Climbing atop the morning bird chirps
Or the rustling of green grass blades
I will say it must be human
To cause such an audio spectacle
With so much silence
Manhandled
And corrupted
For profit
The only saving thought
Is that maybe, upon this flight
Is an object, loved dearly
Being transported to a spot
On our noisy surface
That needs love
Right now
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