The Magical Paper Plane

The paper plane was one of a kind
It had a similar texture to paper
But when I launched it
Into the windless air
It soared a great distance
And looped back over itself
A magical feeling came over me
Yet it was only a child’s toy
Then something mystifying occurred
It flew high above my head
And did a perfect figure eight
Afterwards, it landed softly
On a table right next to me
This made me feel
Extraordinary.