The birds fly so high
Till they're but a speck in the sky
Then they're swallowed by the mist
In farewell I flick my wrist
The trees stretch way up high
Standing so tall and strong like they'll never die
Green canopies lay out wide
I can't see their tops tops except in my mind
The clouds above float o' so high
I wish their unearthliness was mine
So many different kinds of clouds-
Holy and angels and heaven, all so beautiful and proud
The mountain peaks are so high
In the clouds their pinnacles lie
Still and unmoving, powerful
Climb it because it's there is the pull
The sun is glowing way, way high
Like heaven on earth, can't help but sigh
The glowing sun is like heaven and higher than them all
But G-d is the highest and they all heed His beck and call
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