Come with me, fly with me,
over the clouds,
we'll puncture their fluffiness
with whoops and shouts.

Come with me, fly with me,
over the hills,
we'll bathe in the mountain streams
shivering with chills.

Come with me, fly with me,
to the mountain tip, hop,
where we'll pause and take time
to let our heartbeats stop.

Come with me, fly with me,
we'll look to the sea.
scan the edge of the ocean
with the Powers That Be.

Come with me, fly with me,
as our grateful hearts grow shy,
and extend a little thanks
to the utmost on high.

Lindsey Milton 1994

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