Flying high for inspiration

I Hear Music


I hear music, up there, way up high. Don’t you hear it?

It is not very loud, but it is beautiful.

I want to hear it better.

I will crawl up that tree and maybe it will be easier to hear.

The tree took a long time, and the music is a little clearer.

I must sleep.



I hear music, up there, way up high. Don’t you hear it?

Of course I want to hear it better.

I will run up that hill and maybe it will be easier to hear.

The hill was high, but the music is clearer.

I am weary. I must sleep



I hear music, up there, way up high. Don’t you hear it?

I will hear it clearer.

I will fly as high as I can and maybe it will be easier to understand.

Oh yes, I hear it much better.

Brother Eagle, is the music better when you go as high as you fly?

“Yes my child it is.”

The flight has wearied me and I must rest.



I hear music, up there, way up high. Don’t you hear it?

I will fly as the Eagle and perhaps understand better.

Brother Eagle, we are one. Is the music not wonderful?

“Yes my child, you have come a long way. We are indeed ONE, for we are the Music”