"Above"

Up here above the clouds;

The people are so little;

I wonder: “What are they having for vittles?”

Watching the quilted map below, with my music so loud.

Up here above the world,

I am with angels as they sing

And their bells do ring;

Soaring with eagles, wings unfurled.

Up here above the ocean

Where the dolphins swim

And the lights are so dim.

Lifted up high are mine, the emotions.

Up here above all else,

I am free of all worldly things,

As I fly with my eagle-like wings.

Where are you, somewhere else –

Down below, perhaps?