Canopy

I awoke or so it seemed In a gentle pile of leaves In this bed so fragrant and sweet I had craved something to eat I was reaching for higher branches Praying that they'll hold All my peers around me Just tryin' to fit the mold Grabbing low hanging fruit Low hanging fruit I'm headed for the canopy Headed for the canopy So I climbed just for the view And I passed on heavy fruit Staved my tongue for higher rungs Now it's all I want to do I'm reaching for the branches Praying I won't fold All my peers around me Are just grabbing all they'll hold But I'm headed for the canopy Headed for the canopy Who knows what I'll see here From high up in the tree I refuse to settle for fruit within my reach Who knows what we'll see here High up in the tree Headed for the canopy Who knows what our eyes will see We're headed for the canopy