Closer to the sky we rise!
Touching it for brief moments.
Believing planes as Stars!
(its better that way)
Then falling back towards the shore
for we need feel waves
and droplet breezes.
We concord all that was land!
Then apologize as we rise again
(for the land is no ones)
And felt the air all over.
Our wheels show us life!
And our eyes help us believe it.
But we realize today
That there is little soul in wondering
Until you give your life to the land.
So we fed our bodies to shore
and trusted the waves not to eat it.
This will work every time,
just give trust to our mother.
Show hope in her
and her mossy skin will open up all the light
that you came in with.
Pouring out the body
Letting it rise to sky
(and all over)
Feeling like home everywhere
and singing with it years later.
Returning to Heaven
with every curve
with every sight
of your Night Sky Sea Breeze.
And so there lies the gift of travel..