The High Heavens

Hovering, flying, soaring across the sky
we watch these high heavens she and I,
and I cannot help being awestricken
by the beauties around me,
trees whispering, grass singing--
the very mountains themselves seems to chant a low humming tune
as we sail across the sky
I gaze at her, and she gazes at me.
We look down and sail on

If this is a dream, I will never forget it
I will never forget the smell of the grass
and the taste of the trees
I will never forget how the wind blew,
and how the sun's light sparkled in her eyes
I will never forget the warmth that surrounded us
I will never forget this day...
I will never forget...