An Ode to my flights in Virginia

In the Shenandoah mountains, high above the trees 

A drone soars and flies with the greatest of ease 

Its propellers spin, lifting it up to the sky 

As it dances and glides, so graceful and nigh

The mountains stretch out below, a tapestry of green 

The drone's camera captures the beauty unseen 

It flies over valleys and streams, and dips and turns 

The landscape below, forever it yearns

As the sun sets low in the western sky 

The drone returns home, no longer to fly 

But the memories remain, of its journey so grand
In the Shenandoah mountains, with the drone in hand

The drone is a marvel, a feat of technology 

A machine that defies gravity 

It can go where no man can go 

To the highest peak, or the deepest canyon below

The Shenandoah mountains are a wonder to see 

From the air, they seem to go on endlessly 

The drone captures it all, the rolling hills and the rocky cliffs 

A true masterpiece, a natural rift

As the light fades and the day comes to a close 

The drone returns home, its mission compose

But it will fly again, in the bright morning light

Exploring the beauty of the Shenandoah heights

So let us take flight, with these machines of the air 

And discover the world, beyond what is there 

The Shenandoah mountains are a treasure to see 

From the sky above, so free.