On the ground, feeling so small Look up the tree, a mile above Grab the lowest branch in my left hand Second highest with the right Up above five storeys wind begins to sway Up above the highest building Thinning of the air Branches getting slightly bending Blue sky turns to stars On the top branch of the tree No cares left or no gravity Reach into the starry sky Seems like I could fly Swim into the ocean black Look down the tree to cloud Wonder how I'll get back down Can't ever see the ground On the moon, there is no air But the ground is grey and soft It may seem like I'm unaware But actually I'm not.