When I hear the birds chirping, or waves crashing on the shore.
I sit with myself and think 'How could I want any more?'
And when I smell the fragranced air of flowers in the breeze
Or the salted misty scent of the crashing, dancing seas...
When I feel the wind on my face, gusts carried far from home,
I look up at the sky, and I know we're not alone.
