Baskadia

In the skies where dreams take flight, A tale unfolds, shining bright. She soars above, a woman of grace, A celestial dancer in infinite space.

Woman of the aero plane, high and free, With wings of courage, she conquers the sea. Her spirit unyielding, her heart ablaze, In the realm of clouds, her legacy stays.

Her eyes reflect the azure expanse, Gazing upon lands in a mystical trance. She navigates storms with unwavering will, A captain of skies, her destiny fulfilled.

In her hands, she holds the dreams of many, A guide through heavens, a beacon aplenty. Passengers trust her with their hopes and fears, She carries them safely, through joys and tears.

From sunrise to sunset, she commands the sky, A fearless presence, her spirit can't deny. Her voice over intercom, calm and serene, Comforts souls with words, gentle and keen.

She wears the stars upon her wings, A celestial messenger, the sky she sings. Her wingspan spreads, embracing the earth, A guardian angel, from the moment of birth.

She's a symbol of strength, a vision so rare, Her poise and elegance fill the air. Woman of the aero plane, an emblem of grace, In her wings, the world finds its embrace.

So let us salute her, this queen of the blue, For she defies limits, breaking barriers anew. Woman of the aero plane, we honor your flight, You inspire us all, with your radiant light.