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