Journey

Once
I Flew
Across
The
Sea
In
A
Silver
Plane
To
Escape
The
Winter
Rain,
And
Soon,
Sun
Gold
Islands
Studded
The
Turquoise
Waters,
Risen
Rock
And
Sand
In
A
Shining
Strand,
The
Ocean
Floor
Strewn
With
A
Galore
Of
Lush
Life
Visible
And
Clear,
Seen
In
A
Rush
Of
Beauty
Too
Great
To
Be
Absorbed,
The
Impression
Profound,
High,
High,
Above
The
Troubles
On
The
Ground.