From Horses to Sky

To think our mode of travel was horses,
The joy of being and riding on one.
A soul like you forever eternal,
How we evolved and looked internal.
Are we better off for flying above thy,
Not feeling another heart nor the pulse beating high?
To some, I bet it seems cheated,
Yet who am I to question the sky?
For that is the only space I ever look for eye.
In those simpler times, connection was felt,
Through the rhythm of hooves and the cards dealt.
Modernity brought us wings to soar,
Yet left us longing for something more.
In the silence of flight, we miss the ground,
The heartbeat of nature, the earthy sound.
A deeper bond, a kindred mind.
As we traverse the skies so high,
I ponder the loss of the simpler tie.
For the sky calls with an adventurous pace,
Yet the touch of the earth, a heartfelt grace.
For being art baby blue, I seek and sigh,
For the connection below, that made us nigh.
So, I balance the flight with the ground,
To feel the pulse of life all around.
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