The lines in the sky [Poem]

The sky light blue traces of white thin lines, 
Planes crossing, big metal birds line the sky, 
Over the blossoming trees, our homes, 
Life happening, wind is blowing the lines. 

Scattered shapes are changing in the blue sky, 
White disappears into blue completely.
Beaming warm sun appears to be heating,
Symbols in the sky express uniquely.

No rain in sight, the blue above us all,
The planet rotating and our sky, 
Is busy in a flow of day and night; 

Covering our Earth hosting symbols, 
Some places are covered with rolling clouds,
Different places have different lines.