From Such Great Heights

From such great heights
Oh the world! How it looks so perfect!
From up on high
In the clouds that float the waves of the skies
I can see the true beauty that great men wrote of.
From upon the twinkling beauty of stars
Ah, the loveliness of silence.
From such great heights
Oh the world! How it looks so perfect!
From this bird’s wing
The tree tops dance to singing winds.
From inside this ray of sunshine
The prairies, flowers, mountains, and waters
Shine forever pretty in warmth.
Oh but from this lowest of lows
Oh the world! How it looks so ugly!
From this blade of grass grown in the city sidewalks
I see the footsteps of many who have forgot.
From this falling raindrop
Pollution and dirtiness fall; no longer fresh.
From the many eyes of the fly swatted away
Garbage, annoyance, and impatience I see and feel.
Oh but from this lowest of lows
Oh the world! How it looks so ugly!
From here upon the wings of the moth
No longer attracted to natural fire,
I feel the cold yet dangerous burn of the unattainable.
From behind the steam and smoke
Felt the burn of nuclear plants and coal-run factories.
But from behind the iris of hazel
Inside the palm of skin only months old
Under the toes of feet learning balance
Heard from the inside of new canals
Felt deep within the beating rush of life
Oh the world! How it looks so hopeful!