Down is where the shadows lie.

Every step a battlefield,

For surviving ants

And wilting plants.

 

Up is where the birds fly.

A powerful weapon they wield,

To soar above all,

Not afraid to fall.

 

Down is where the feet shuffle,

Where small creatures scurry,

Hidden in silence to live,

Their brains never inactive.

 

Up is where the feathers ruffle.

Birds prepare, but are in no hurry,

To take on the challenge of the hunt,

Ready with eyes facing front.

 

Down is where the pockets are,

For the hands that are scared,

Need something to hold,

Too timid to be bold.

 

Up, the light reaches far.

Faith and freedom are paired,

Reassurance through a smile,

Confidence radiates for miles.

 

Down is where you look,

When you’re nervous, shy.

Ideas are energetic,

It’s voicing them that’s the trick.

 

Up is where you look,

To see faces, the sky.

To shout out from your shell,

To wish others well.

 

Down is deep.

Down is dream.

Down is thought.

Down is mind.

 

Up is free.

Up is flight.

Up is voice.

Up is soul.

 

Where up and down meet,

Where the horizon line starts,

Where the sky meets the ground,

Is the place to be found.

 

A perfect balance,

When the sun and moon cross,

And the sea and land touch,

Is never too much.