Skyward Canoes

Two canoes on the roof, they say,
But not the kind to paddle or sway,
For they are windows, clear and bright,
Reflecting the airport's gleaming light.

Peering out, the endless sky,
A never-ending canvas, vast and high,
And in the reflection, the world below,
A bustling place, where travellers come and go.

The canoes on the roof, a curious sight,
A nod to the past, a touch of delight,
In this modern space, where travel abounds,
A reminder of journeys and sights to be found.

So look up and catch a glimpse,
Of the canoes on the roof, a happy whims,
A portal to adventure, to places afar,
Guiding us towards the next shining star.