For once it is time to not be afraid of height.
Touching the skies in symphony of light.
The horizon falling in such a splendid sight.
May we waltz graceful through the night?
May the stars be our mapped out chart?
Falling forth to reveal the glass of our heart.
I know it has been a while since we had a head start.
It is time though for us to run forth in the dirt.
Be yourself and do not ever let them scold.
Wrap yourself in the protection of jars I will hold.
I will be here for you even when you are cold.
It is time for the petals to fall like precious gold.