Perspective

Once he jumped and found he flew

All the tales completely true

But different was the world he knew

When seen from up so high

The people call from garden chairs

'How it is you fly up there?'

'I feel,' he cries, 'if I knew myself

I wouldn't be able to fly'

Over all the world he flew

All the tales entire and true

But different was the world he knew

When seen from up so high

And when he's past the very top

He's contemplating as he drops

That kings are men and borders nought

Though real enough, passing by

When viewed from up in the sky