Revision--poem

They were there along,
but we discovered them together—
I didn’t care much about them
before.
Until one day, I pattered along
not wanting to be with my kind.
You seemed to transpire with an incoming breeze,
traipsing in from the brightening
East.
Your presence struck me,
I froze on the path,
not noticing the X marking my voyage’s
end.
Instead of a simple greeting,
you spread your Wings—
more handsome than any I’d
seen.
I fluttered my own, though meagre in comparison
and you urged me to follow
along.
We left Earth below us,
and took on the
Sky.
The old Fly-scape looked unfamiliar and
new.
Instead of condensed rain,
I saw rainbows through the wisps—
Ever more will I love the
Great Clouds
I used to ignore.