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The sky is high above my eye.
I look up with a quiet sigh.
It makes me wonder. I must ask why
we never say it is high sky!
The earth is low. I must look down.
What I see is earthen ground!
I move along without a sound.
I feel it, too. On earth I'm bound!
It's winter now and I just know
we're soon to have much icy snow.
Stay out too long, my limbs will show
their desperate need of warming snow.
As I get cold and start to freeze,
and on my face the quiet breeze,
and in my limbs extreme degrees,
I hope my God I can appease!
It gets closer, I feel the end,
and on my face the blowing wind,
and I feel my life descend,
and it's to heaven I'd like to ascend.
As the end is drawing near,
there is nothing I must fear.
Someone coming. I can hear
their crunchy steps are very clear!
A timely rescue that saves my life.
With thankfulness my mind is rife.
I go back home and end the strife,
I've sometimes had with my wonderful wife.