Clouds drifting across blue
Birds call as they catch wind upwards
Cows pull up the grass
The cars look so small from here
Going about in their way
And somebody’s up to no good
But most are helping one another
Sometimes an engine revs up out of the slow swish of traffic
Like a cry out of a hungry child
But it’s a drop of sound in the open expanse of the sky
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