@minsconeofcold
Mirror, mirror, in the sky,
To what story will you fly?
Over land and oceans blue,
Through where storms and whirlwinds grew.
Adventure awaits everywhere,
For the brave that take to the air,
No matter where you choose to land,
You will discover something grand.
Streaks of orange, pale blue, and gold,
The thrill of flight never grows old,
Just like the birds and butterflies,
She was born to take to the skies.
...
Hope this is good enough! Don't usually play around with rhyming poetry, it was fun to write something with structure!
Mirror, mirror, in the sky,
To what story will you fly?
Over land and oceans blue,
Through where storms and whirlwinds grew.
Adventure awaits everywhere,
For the brave that take to the air,
No matter where you choose to land,
You will discover something grand.
Streaks of orange, pale blue, and gold,
The thrill of flight never grows old,
Just like the birds and butterflies,
She was born to take to the skies.
...
Hope this is good enough! Don't usually play around with rhyming poetry, it was fun to write something with structure!