(Written in 1994)
Way up high among the clouds in the deep blue
I am an eagle soaring through the sky
With natures wind beneath my wings
I fly upon the mountain top where
I am a single aspen among the mighty pine
Yet because of their great height
I am but a bush trying to blend in
As fall arrives
I am but a fallen leaf rustling in the wind
Yet from that crowd I too am cast
Now, I am a shadow
Nothing more than a silhouette of the past.
