Creativity, purpose, passion, love, freedom

Up and up and up we go

Feet on the ground

Eyes to the hill

Starting low we’re following slow

The sight of The Dreaming Tree

Somewhere on its glowing path

We reach the moments where we laugh

And sometimes when the path is steep

We find the moments that make us weep

Onward upward forward bound

Your feet will never leave the ground

Yet as your step repeats the chant

Onward upward is the dance

We’ll meet each other at the top

If you keep going and just don’t stop

We’ll find a bough and notice there

The fruits that followed our blossoms of care

We tended and watered and took each step there

To realise dreams we plucked from the air.