On the ground, feeling so smallnLook up the tree, a mile abovenGrab the lowest branch in my left handnSecond highest with the rightnnUp above five storeys wind begins to swaynUp above the highest buildingnThinning of the airnBranches getting slightly bendingnBlue sky turns to starsnnOn the top branch of the treenNo cares left or no gravitynReach into the starry skynSeems like I could flynnSwim into the ocean blacknLook down the tree to cloudnWonder how I'll get back downnCan't ever see the groundnnOn the moon, there is no airnBut the ground is grey and softnIt may seem like I'm unawarenBut actually I'm not.