Blue Sky Tree High

She walks her dog, head in the clouds

And legs as long as Sequoia trunks

She’s tall and as high as a kite

Hound on a string of unfathomable length

It trots along, blushing like a blue dog

She chirrups it’s name, ‘Sky!’ she says,

‘Come along, I think cloud nine is in sight,’

I’ve been here before, thinks Sky,

Dragging his heels as the search

For happiness goes on, always the same

Dogs know but they’re never knowing

Not like the sniffy people down below

She thinks too much, that’s her mistake, thinks

Blue dogs are in vogue, though technically grey

As a standard sky, a standard mood on a standard day

Overthinking gives you nothing but a headache

‘Don’t look down,’ says Sky, ‘Look up at the trees,’

How they bend and bow anyway the wind blows

Swaying the highs, dancing through the lows

She so high now she’s lost sight of the ground

Tripping on details she throws out her arms

And cloud nine bursts like so many dreams

Disappeared in a refreshing shower of rain

To water the trees else they wither away

Leaving only scorched earth to remain

Broken dreams make time for us to survive

Her blue Sky is there to break her fall

They will dream and love and walk again

On lush grass under tall, verdant trees

The stuff of waking dreams