I had a dream that I could fly Above the highest hill and all I'd need to touch the sky is heart and strength of will. I gazed upon the tree-lined rows of poplar and the pine, my eyes would linger on the grapes that ripen on the vine. From soaring heights I'd then behold the oceans sparkling blue and marvel at such wondrous sights that passed within my view. I'd fly to places I've not seen, the ones you dream about and take my time when I got there, not worry on the route. Now down beneath the noonday sun where butterflies are free, such little time's for sitting still, so much is left to see. So time goes on and moons will rise and rain is always rain but now I know just how it feels above this earthly chain. |