Above the clouds, where dreams take wing,
The hostesses, joyfully they sing.
With smiles that shine like the sun's warm rays,
They glide down the aisle in graceful displays.
A balanced meal, each dish a delight,
Continental offerings, a savory sight.
With every hand they serve, a bridge to unite,
Cultures entwined in the soft cabin light.
Yet as they retreat, in the heart of the plane,
They gather together, a sisterhood’s chain.
On the floor in a circle, they share a feast,
A traditional spread that brings joy to the least.
In a foodtray they dip, their fingers embrace,
The flavors of home, wrapped in each taste.
With laughter and stories, their spirits ignite,
Each morsel a memory, in shared plight.
Though soaring through skies, amidst cultures wide,
Their hearts hold a truth, an enduring pride.
Flying so high, yet they cherish the ground,
In unity found where their roots are profound.
A tapestry woven; in hues rich and bright,
They celebrate together, a beautiful sight.
In multicultural realms, they stand hand in hand,
While grounded in love for their homeland so grand.
So here’s to the hostesses, graceful and wise,
Who balance the world while their spirit flies.
With each meal they serve, two worlds intertwine,
In the heart of the sky, their tradition will shine.