Айгор - Clouds are beneath her

Watching the ocean waves playing below.
Highways stretch out like long stripes on the ground; just a cold wind,
And she's flying alone.
Morning light falls on the ocean so wide; through the thick coastal fog she continues to glide,
Hovering free in the quiet and chill,
Bathing in morning dew, peaceful and still.
Only the light,
And the peace up so high; lonely the soul is now flying unbound.