I was Looking at the Ceiling

I was looking at the ceiling,

And then I saw the sky.

A simple glance around me,

And I realized I could fly.

 

So I left my feet and legs,

So very far behind.

I soared on upwards with ease,

But then I took a dive.

 

I reached for something strong,

I could quickly grab.

But instead found myself grasping,

With nothing to be had.

 

A short fall back to the green grass,

And I felt my soul cry.

Nobody else around me,

Yet here I lay and die.

 

Dying on this ground I lay.

Yet it is for you, my dear, I pray.