On the ground, feeling so small
Look up the tree, a mile above
Grab the lowest branch in my left hand
Second highest with the right
Up above five storeys wind begins to sway
Up above the highest building
Thinning of the air
Branches getting slightly bending
Blue sky turns to stars
On the top branch of the tree
No cares left or no gravity
Reach into the starry sky
Seems like I could fly
Swim into the ocean black
Look down the tree to cloud
Wonder how I'll get back down
Can't ever see the ground
On the moon, there is no air
But the ground is grey and soft
It may seem like I'm unaware
But actually I'm not.