Saturday, September 14, 2019

The Tops of Trees

It’s all happening down here
The dance of destruction, dismay and fear
Landing, standing on the ground
Look at what we’ve found
Spinning, spinning, spinning around
The Earth, for what it’s worth
Is your home of mayhem or mirth
We often perceive the darkness, downtrodden and disease
When we forget the view from the tops of trees

The roots crawl deep as we fall asleep
Bypassing the blessing and bliss
And an angel’s everlasting kiss
The feathers blow, chaotic, to the wind
Losses overshadow every win
Can we please begin?
Not just seeing what the devil and demon sees
But rather that which nests in the tops of trees

The tops of trees
Will we ever see?
What must we believe?
And who must we be?
To finally see
The tops of trees

Yes, our opportunity is here
Disengaging from the taste and temptation of fear
We start a new and fanciful dance
We climb up … like a kid … branch by branch by branch
Like a kite or a bird
Or the truth found in word
Nothing too absurd
To take us to the very tippy top
Needing more than a skip, a jump or a hop
Above the roots, up the trunk
Distractions and delusions – all have shrunk
We ascend the tree, higher ever higher
Embracing the courage of performers atop high wire
A belly full of fire
To the supreme pinnacle, we now can perceive
And fly ever skyward over the tops of trees

The tops of trees
We rarely ever see
Not from our vantage view
Stuck in what we do
The tops of trees
We rarely see
A higher point above
A landscape of light and love
The tops of trees
We can finally see
We can finally see

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