Aerial Seraphim

Beneath the azure sky, where dreams take flight, A crimson vessel soars, a beacon of light. Its wings, a testament to human ingenuity, Carry a soul who dares to defy gravity. The clouds below, like cotton candy dreams, Whisper secrets to the lone figure on the beam. Her silhouette, a symbol of courage and grace, Guiding the machine through the endless space. The red machine, a fusion of art and science, A marvel of engineering, a timeless design. It dances with the wind, a silent symphony, A testament to the human spirit'sonomy. In this moment, time stands still, As the sky becomes her playground, her will. Aerial Seraphim, a guardian of the skies, A symbol of hope, where the impossible lies. For in her flight, we see ourselves, Chasing dreams, defying the earth's pull. Aerial Seraphim, a beacon of the soul, Guiding us to where the heavens unfold.