Time flowing backwards
Ancient rhymes whisper farewell
To the last glimpse of a sunlit world
Descending into yesterday

A golden tapestry stitched into clouds
Radiant and beckoning, waves reflecting
Glimmering on the shore
Balanced only by the weight of the sky

If I climb the tallest tree
To reach the highest branch
Higher, and higher until I can reach the sky
I can almost touch the sun

Rolling waves crash upon my feet
The warm sand caressing me, holding me
The power of the sea
Falling down, deeper
Covered in beaming sunlight

If I climb the tallest tree
To reach the highest branch
Higher, and higher until I can reach the sky
I can almost touch the sun
Remember when we were young
Innocence held close by the thinnest threads
Arms outstretched, faces glowing
We could almost touch the sun
The rays fall around me
Pushing me down into yellow grass and heavy air