I see you there, high up in the clouds, smiling and so content with your space.
Its so soft up there, isn’t it? Yeas, the air is fresh there.
How now? can you not see the trees?
The bees are being while the rabbits are fleeing,
how now? can you not see the trees? nor the summer breeze?
Will you come down now? to see the trees, my dear?
I watch you day by day, my dear…today you intend your decend?,
ha!, ha! Joyous day, my dear, decend from your heavenly place and see the trees here beside me.
Why, i see you frown…why my dear, such distress, seemeth you cannot come down.
My dear i see the distraught sparkles in your eyes and i feel the pain inside…
’till late i watch you my dear, trying so desparatly like a tiny mouse trying to escape a corner…
yet, it is there you are when i wake, my dear – in your heavenly place- as once you always were.
And still the worry in your eyes as still you cannot find disguise,
to hide the realisation that you have inside.
I gave you the wings, and with each whisper i gave you the speed and you the will to fly that one bit further – but my dear, you are there now – just as you planned.
How now, do you falter?
I cannot bring you down, for ’twas not me who brought you up.
My dearest love, ’till you come down and see the trees – nothing i can do for thee.
I pray now each day i find, that you use that ladder i left when you did hasten my retreat – yet what good is a ladder when its not know how to use it.