Wings of the Sky. A Drone s Ode

Upon the canvas of the endless blue,
A whisper hums, a new age drew.
Silent sentinels with wings so slight,
Drones take flight in day and night.

Unmanned they soar, yet guided true,
Through skies vast, through winds that blew.
Their eyes keen, their purpose clear,
Explorers born without a fear.

From mountain peaks to valleys deep,
They chart the world where eagles sleep.
With cameras sharp and sensors bright,
They paint the Earth in pixel-light.

In fields of green, they watch the crops,
Counting growth as time elapses.
For farmers wise, their data speaks,
Of fertile lands and water leaks.

Above the fires, fierce and red,
They brave the heat to help instead.
Mapping flames, they guide the fight,
Saving lives by day and night.

In war-torn zones, their role is stark,
A tool for peace or martial mark.
Yet even here, hope may gleam,
As aid they bring to those who dream.

Beyond our planet’s fragile shell,
Perhaps one day, their story will tell
Of Martian skies and lunar plains,
Expanding bounds of human gains.

Oh drones, you dance on air unseen,
A marvel wrought by hands serene.
You bridge the gaps, you make us whole,
Extending reach beyond our soul.

So let us honour these creations,
Born of science, boundless nations.
For in their flight, we glimpse the sky—
The future calling; let us fly