The Eyes of the Sky

I'm quite short,

You might have noticed,

great height was not something with which I was blessed,

In the mixing pot of nature, nurture, genetics and DNA.

Perhaps because of this lack of linear length,

When I encounter something with gigantic features,

I get a little too excited, and avidly search for an opportunity,

To glimpse the world through through eyes, from above.

Now, somewhere far far away,

In a city filled with elegant beauty and expected, but not overwhelming ugliness,

Wonderful laughs and memories, but a substantial balance of anxiety and one or two escaped bursts of tears,

You can climb your way to the very top of a great, majestic tower.

Walk just five hundred steps, right up to the pinnacle of the tall, swirling staircase,

And you enter into a whole new experience of life, as it is from above,

Take a deep breath or two, and prepare for what is next

As you step through the door into what feels like another world.

Gazing out of the clear glass windows,

You can just about spot distant signs of humanity,

A long way away, separated from you by miles of vertical air.

There is a hill in the distance,

Quite tall, but far inferior to your recently achieved height.

You remember seeing it from below-

As a mountain, looming over you and lording over your daily problems,

With a gloom as black as fear itself.

But now, from your place of superiority, it seems not black, but a boring grey.

Hunched over, and looking down at it's feet,

like a guilty child who has just been punished,

Perhaps by this very tower you now glare at it from,

which stands tall and strong and protective,

Proudly caring for its kingdom down below its watchful eyes.

Seeing everything there is to see, you can just about make out your own, tiny, little bubble.

Through the eyes of the sky, your dark green fears look like tame, lime coloured concerns,

Your firey red arguments are like pink petty squabbles, already forgotten when you look just a few meters beyond them.

You laugh at yourself, how much you worried and fretted about what now seems like nothing at all.

And you hope that when you descend these steep, spiral stairs, and return to being ordinary and small.

You will treasure this understanding of peace and assurance,

That what we see is the tiniest snippet of the world, and there is always something bigger in store.