Grounded

Mr. Gravity’s the guy
Who paints the wonder on the sky
For who would ever want to go
Without Big G to tell you no?
If we could simply climb on top
Of any random cloud, who’d stop
To notice those that look like ducks
Or rhinos driving pickup trucks?
The fact the sky is hard to touch
Is why we seem to spend so much
Imaginative energy
On something we can plainly see
Is just an empty space above us.
Mr. Gravity must love us
Massively to hold us so.
We love above ’cause he’s below.

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About Michael

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