Touch The Sky
Ben Crawley
Climb a tree to touch the sky
Through the leaves i watch the birds fly
In the softly swaying breeze
From my nest among the trees
So the golden light dances
Through the pattern of branches
All the colours of autumn, alive
As the leaves of evening fall
From my throne above us all
Where the faithful blossom flowers
Here i while away for hour after hour
Climb a tree to touch the sky