The city on the plane

I wrote this poem while looking out the window of the plane it’s called The city on the plane: 

Watching the clouds 
Slowly move 
They look like cotton candy 
Picturesque city 
And a beautiful sky 
I feel the plane going up 
And down 
Going to Napier 
As a minor 
In Hawke’s Bay 
In the plane
I can see the 
Awesome view 
Nearly there 
About to land 
Wow what 
A beautiful sight