Airplane

Higher, higher, higher we go,

Swooshing through the clouds.

Up, up, up to the sun,

Zooming over seas.

Racing, racing, racing time,

Passing birds and bees.

Travel does tickle the little child in us.

• airplane
• aviation
• Besma Al-Qassar
• birds and bees
• children literature
• children poem
• creative writing
• people
• poem
• poetry
• racing time
• rhyme
• transportation
• travel
• write a poem
• writing