Fire Flies

From on High I watch the light’s below,

They shine like so many fireflies.

Their patterns push out to light the dark.

I wonder about the dreams

That those below are having,

Their lives unaware of my passing.



As I watch the land slip by

My thoughts reach upto heaven,

My mind wanders like the clouds.

But slowly I tire and fall into slumber,

My mind dreams like those below.

But onwards I always go.