Above the cloud lies a yellow sun sky, <br />Where all appears clear, nothing passing by, <br />Too high for the birds when upon the wing, <br />Too high for a phone to so harshly ring, <br />What peace reigns there, gone away all the strains, <br />Of a life commuting on planes and trains. <br /> <br />Above the cloud there is just endless space, <br />Nothing to plague you, liberty’s embrace. <br />Too high for one’s everyday problems there, <br />Too high, so one wouldn’t have a care <br />What a freedom we would suddenly find, <br />By leaving this earthbound land far behind. <br /> <br />Above the cloud is one glorious day, <br />So how about we go there right away. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-high/
