Lifted

I am lifted high off the ground,
Above the sky to where eyes can not see
The ants below but the roaring winds,
Chatting birds,
And welcoming arms of the mountains below.
And as the warm colors around blankets
And glides as they drift away giving me warmth,
The creatures above start to appear
As the sun sets on my fingertips
And the moon lets out her yawn of wake.

I was lifted for a reason.