High

Remember the pastures
when we walked as bacteria
among the Earth
being nothing to Her
but shapeless forms
trying to evolve into beings
that could better regard her beauty
too bad we could not be gods
and had to settle with humans
try to remember
when you were cloud
almost nothing to the Sky
floating wild
and high, carelessly high in the Sky
with no fear for lack of oxygen
but high, cause beauty is never better seen
thatn from high above int he Sun
burning with earrings of solar fire
stars caressing your eyes
with their explosions
thousands of millennia ago
sometimes it’s hard to believe
you’d remember me.