The Higher Above

set me down under the rising sun and let the warm orange cover me from head to toe lay me down on the grass of a spring afternoon with flowers of yellow beneath my head allow me a moment to look at the bright blue and white above and breathe in the fresh breeze the heavens so freely grants let droplets of sky fall onto me and wash me clean let the shining bright of lightning illuminate the silhouette of the world around allow me to give thanks to The Higher Above and return back to the ashes from which I came