Far Far down below I'm watching people come and go

And underneath the traffic’s roar

Their heels are tapping on the pavement floor.

And inside each commuter bus

Sits a further shoal of us

Gliding down the city streams

Each lost in thought and different dreams.

Some young, some old, some fat and bald,

Most dressed in black

Heads down in track.

And up above the building towers

Tall trees watch for hours and hours.

Not one commuter looks up to see

Their leaves in golden greenery

Or watch the sun fight off the grey

And banish all the clouds away.

Perhaps a glance would make them smile

And stop the treadmill for a while.

 

So when I get down from my nest

I won’t look down like all the rest.

But smiling hold my head up high

And turn my face towards the sky

And may be catch another’s eye?

Until the stream has caught on fire

By looking up a little higher.