When I look up at the sky,
It soars so very high,
I always wonder,
Up there,
Is there some kind of blunder?
Up high above the clouds,
Lies a land not very loud,
A man or maybe eight,
Look like,
A human taller than a gate.
A man lies snoring,
As the rain starts pouring,
It does not affect their land,
But if we knew,
The rain only falls in our hands.
They work and fight as we do,
But these critters for us are something new,
Their belongings are giant,
Not only that,
But also their body and mind.
What goes on above there,
Lives there and nowhere,
Never in our dream of grand,
We shall guess,
Up there lies a land.
