• When I'm up so high,
    I always give a sigh.
    For here is a place,
    Untouched by human pace.

    To hear the roar of cars,
    Instead the purr of stars.
    To listen to neighbors mowing,
    instead the rivers flowing.

    To smell clean air,
    A smell so rare.
    To taste the cold, soft, snow flakes,
    among the cool, smooth, glass lakes.

    To touch such a calm,
    A warmth on the palm.
    To see further then a mile,
    A sight to make one smile.

    When I'm up so high,
    I always give a sigh.
    For here is a place,
    Untouched by human pace.