I am the sky above the heavens’ clouds,
And they are the earth sunk into the small ground.
I whirl with my whimsical wind of dreams,
And can see far and wide of what’s beyond my reach.
While they stay deeply rooted in reality,
And can’t see beyond the soil that they are in.

I am the sky who believes beyond the tangiable proof,
And they are the earth who doubts anything that isn’t brought by their five senses.
When I look up past the clouds, I see a vast, dark, sea of stars.
These stars are my faith and spirt, and they are my guild.
I follow my passion even beyond authenticity.
But planted underneath the soil is the earth,
The can feel, taste, smell, hear, and see the sand sorrounding them.
And the snug, stable sanctuary around them makes them feel secure.
They stay in the ground like inmates in a prison,
And are afraid to break free.

I am the sky, dreaming of changes beyond my power,
And they are the earth, unchanging even if they can.
Watching from above as the world goes by,
I hope for the best, even while seeing the worst,
Shaking my head at every dissappointment,
And smiling at every sign of improvement.
The earth, on the other hand, doesn’t believe the unchangable is changeable,
Not venturing farther than their own little world.
They can’t see how one grain of sand makes an impact
And doesn’t comprehend how grain by grain, the earth is made.

I am the sky and they are the earth.
I hang on a cloud, even through the wildest whethers.
Flying strong, never losing trust in myself or others
They, the earth, hissing and grunting at every little complication,
Thinking every obstacle is like the weight of the world.