: If you were a bird, what would you do?
Wouldn't you soar through the sky, high above the mists?
Above the haze, the daze, the clocks on wrists?
Beyond orders and borders, where only peace persists?
: I think I'd like to be amidst.
: Amidst?
: Amidst the flowers, the trees, a gentle breeze.
Witness love, laughter, the caress of cheeks;
Heartbreak, failure, perhaps a kiss.
A tear, a smile, momentary peace.
: Momentary peace?
: We love the beach for the ocean is in reach.
Yet not deserts, for it's not "endless" we seek.
The valleys make the mountains high.
The stars require darkness to shine.
So below the clouds is where I'd choose to fly.
For it's the ups and downs-
Which keep me high.
