Up at the top we pretend we can fly
among the tree topped azure skies.
With the owls and the bats....mountains snow capped

Never believing we'll die.

Down below we sink through the snow
Melting with ice and chunks that flow.
A sea of constant glowing members
not often seen not often stirs.

We chose to live in many ways
we take a path lined with grays.
Or vibrant colors in star burst skies
To live full without goodbyes.

A little something, a little everything by me of course

Thought I would get more replies....oh well, what can ya do.