Flying elephant - flight to Prague

Why do I feel much security above the clouds when they seem soft as cotton wool, ice cream? In such areas seem stupid and meaningless any my dream. There is nothing, perfectly nothing in skies, there maybe invisible presence of spirits, I'm not sure
When the blinding light reflects in the iron of wings, whose artificial structure uncertainty brings.  However it makes believe in power of human wit when in simply comfortable conditions sit
As the plane was taking off, I was frightened a bit, as long as it was rising, till the earth was still seen.
Height over 10 thousand metres but I don't even miss the so-called solid ground
Within an hour I will arrive but now we cross the limits of time and I don't care for night and day 
Some kind of death... abandoning all that's so common
All you  were constructing there on earth
Now I cannot stare through the window, it become as totally made of snow or light planet or even galaxy
And we all are inside this sphere, surrounded by it, swallowed
My grandpa watches map of Prague, but I feel here we need a map of sky...
Before flight I had doubts would me anything give this trip but just after some hours in sky we again Earth appreciate
Earth is really like mother
No memories, no wishes, no pride
When your life fully depends on function of heavy machine

Flying elephant
From outside seems so elegant
But we get so much used to the flights
That to the pilot don't give much applause
During successful landing
More and more just comfort demanding
Territories changing
By the common engine