Walking On The Ceiling Of The Sky
Inside a seed, a thread of life winds oh so aimlessly
from breach to breach and in between
to rise and blossom oh so gently toward the sky
to catch the eye of passersby
then, the colors fade
to duller days
with bleak terrain
Life will bloom so delicately
Right before our eyes we see it clearly
Passing time slips oh so quickly
Out from under rolling skies
then the colors fade
to duller days
with bleak terrain
when the cycle strays
through dark alleys
for fear of change
Tides will rise while mountains crumble
In the end the earth will tremble
And we'll resign
to the dirt to reside
"˜til the earth can unwind
and stand still for all time"¦