Flying
High above the earth I watch
See the world spin below me
Wonder at everything
Scurrying about its business
Not knowing, or caring,
That I watch and remember
And as I see the clouds
From above, bathed in sun
And know that below
All is shrouded in gloom, I
Think 'Surely Paradise is
Something like this'
Floating in the sky
It is easy to forget
Those who press close beside
Losing myself in
What I had forgotten
Discovering again that
The world is beautiful
