Everybody’s looking up, the sky is in their dreams,
Climbing ladders, stairs and walls – a little more, it seems,
And we will satisfy our thirst among mountain streams

But mountain streams flow opposite to all we think we know
Their joy is not to climb the heights – they hurry below
Over rocks and under roots, and laughing as they flow

Their Maker, pleased to do the same, down from dizzy height
To deepest valley far below, saved us in our plight
To lift us up, He went down, and it was His delight!

Let me learn the song of streams, that joyful, laughing sound,
The pathway of my Maker, a ladder upside-down,
And so to lift up others, wherever they are found

– by Seth