"Flying Japan" (In Class Poem)

"Flying Japan"

Flying high in the air,
the home soil is no good,
your feet can't bear to stand
on its chaparral covered ground.

Flying high in the air,
rolling your eyes
when my tongue can't find its way
around your new Japanese name.

Flying high in the air,
you think you'd never crash
the sky has only cumulonimbus clouds
which you fly through without a care.

Flying high in the air,
you pretend and play dress up
to show off your pretty new tattoo,
a symbol whose meaning I can't reach.

Flying high in the air,
eventually the slender delicate path
will be struck, and fall with a clap.
And you'll fall on the chaparral ground.