Upon high where the sparrows do sing, Leaves dance in the breeze of the spring. A garden in the air, Free from earth's care, A sanctuary where the wind takes wing.

im a plant on the ground, i dont move unless the wind pushes me, i let insects rest on me, and i never make a sound.

I cover you fully, yet shed when renewed, A canvas for ink, or a map poorly viewed. Burn me in sun, or I'll peel in disgrace, Without me you'd slip. I'm your flexible face.

The deep blue heaven is where I dwell With featherless wings I cannot fly Though I glide through endless azure sky The biggest thing there ever was With hearts the size of cars Though now with solemn flukes we dive And sing to find our home

Like golden wiry hair you may see me in the fields. Used to give your pets nice and cozy feels