Looking Down

when i look up to watch the clouds
i see the silver lining
i see the trees and pretty birds
dance spirals as they're flying

i see the sun spread like a brush
the purple sky he's painting
i feel so small caught in it all
this view is so elating;

when i look down to watch the ants
i see how hard they're trying
they gave their minds to forming lines
they've helped me out, i'm finding
i want to thank the little guys
but they think i am a monster
the one climbed up, spat in my eye
she said i killed her father;
she said i killed her father.