Some day,In a one long summer day,You might find the lost trailBurnt with hell fireLit up by its own fleshUnder a far far mountain canopy.Clouds may whisper With puzzled earth dwellers" It was flying ok Till the last nosedive"Somewhere ....Unseen from mundane eyesMight lie the black boxIn a deep , shrubby valleyWith years of distress signalsCrashed in to a one long good bye