When I was younger, I drew a picture
With the sky beneath my feet
And the grass above my head.
Because that was I knew
It was what my uncle told me
Back when he still came by
That the sky was right side up,
And we were upside down
So since then, I longed to touch the sky
And feel the clouds at my fingertips
The green just couldn’t compete
With the blue of it all.
One day, I finally did it.
I reached the sky at last.
It was everything I imagined,
Just like my uncle said.
He was there when I felt the clouds,
And the clean, crisp wind.
He was smiling, as though he was waiting for me
And he offered his hand
So I did the only thing to do:
I took it and together we flew.