up upon the cool grove wind where timeless thoughts grow timeless wings the butterflies can sing their flutter song and bewitch the minds of young and small but lost unto the whole and old who bicker what they beg to do following the precious tide that leads us out 'til over our heads, we can't think to stop the dusk and shadow falling back behind as we leap and bound beyond our sight blindly falling, hoping to catch foot never amazed whence land is found just jump again, no thought, no time up upon the cool grove wind we ride while time stands still, watches us fly by and bask the light that bathes in us to please their own self content