A little plane poem

A little plane across the sky,
a little plane and I wonder where it is going and why.
A little plane across the sky,
and I wonder how far as humans we travel in our lives,
how far we travel in our footsteps,
how far we travel on bicycles and in cars,
and in trams and in buses and in trains,
and across the sky as the little plane it flies,
I wonder how much energy is generated,
in all the movements,
across the many miles we travel in the times of our lives.

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