Painting meaning in the sky
Never pondered asking why
No better ways to pass the time
Just getting on to get on by
Now I'm full of needless why's
Perhaps it's the elevation
The perspective of progress
Looking down is not looking up.
And I can hear the wind chimes turning
Across these miles and miles of earth
Feel that hourglass yearning
All things beautiful and short
and Vermont soil soft on my feet
you don't get to an outlook
without climbing uphill.
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