High

High is up where the clouds go by,
High is there with the stars in the sky,
High is floating an inch off the floor,
High is our minds, and everything more.

We float up there with the birds and the bees,
Skirting around in the tops of the trees,
We feel like we're covered in a cushion of air,
and the excess thoughts blow through our hair.

Our minds create, our bones they breathe,
Our thoughts get muddled, and yet we see,
The edges of the universe, beyond such reason,
we philosophize all the night, each day of the season.

High is what brings our minds to this,
Allows us to see through the abyss,
We fly through the sky along with the wind,
As up into nature, our minds do ascend.

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