So good to feel the sun again
and let its warmth envelope me
as I lie down and drift away
at ease and blissfully
So good to see the good it's done
to grass and bush and tree
as growth abundant blossoms
quite unequivocally
Your world, made of gold To my eyes, perched on your heart Squealing chirps, you read as a song Upon every corner, you hold as a branch As I come, as I go, with wings uncertain You hold this freedom, you give By a home, warm as a nest