“Way up in the mountains
Sea level too far to be seen
The clouds mask civilization below
People replaced by a sea of green.

Peace falls down from heaven
In the form of a cleansing rain
The trees could tell endless stories
If you knew how to hear what they’re saying.

An ocean of gray spills out below
Walk on it if you dare to drown
Its tendrils reach out and the waves crash
But it all happens without a sound.

Above the clouds, below the stars
No money here, but endless wealth
Inward is the hardest adventure of all
Come above the clouds and find yourself.”