The whirring blades
The sound in the clouds
The day will be fine
The helicopter singing in the
sky
The pilot checks his
instruments
Everything lights up in his
eyes
The whirring blades singing
He has nothing to fear
The gravity releases its grips
The helicopter taking higher
Away from the maddening crowd
Flying in the clouds
The birds fly to peek
The pilot sees and flies away
“Oh that's a big bird!
We better keep away”
The passengers in high spirit
The voices low and some close
eyes
Thinking what to eat and drink
When the helicopter touches the
ground
The sudden turbulence
The whirring blades died
Flying in the clouds
The nosedive trembling cry
The pilot can't handle it
The screaming voices he hears
He tries his best to fly the
bird
It plunges deep into the jungle
The silence in the forest
The mangled parts and broken
bodies
The gravity takes control in
the end
Say our prayers we never know
time and day
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