Lifting a hand in the air...
Is it different there?
I feel no change...
What's the sky's range?
Just a bit higher up in the atmosphere...
Is it colder there?
Maybe I should dig downward...
But it's hard...
What is there to find under our feet anyway?
If up is cold, is down warm maybe?
Nothing blocks my view from the sky...
But the earth makes me ask why...
It is too dense to see...
In the sky we are free...
But when we fall...
We risk losing it all...
Hanging on...
Even when things go wrong...
The sky never hurts us...
Instead, e fear gravity's crush...
We cheated and used the wind...
And found the sky's end...
Untouchable and dark it is beyond...
What more is there to be found?
Just look around...
We know what's beneath the ground...
But beyond heaven's curtain...
Are we really certain?
It won't be as easy as the moon...
Finding things beyond, it ain't gonna be soon...
But looking doesn't mean searching...
Looking at how the stars sing...
You're not supposed to hear them with your ears...
They've been singing all these years...
In the melody of light and pace...
Movement and place...
Colour and brightness...
Everyone can trace...
A trail behind or a path in front...
A stroll or a hunt...
Trace the dust or stars...
Birds or cars...
Words or letters...
Every flower withers...
Roots in the earth and petals in the air...
It is only fair...