Gentle summer breeze riding the sky
The playful sun rising and shining in my eye
Clouds dampening the harshness of the summer sunlight
Sitting in the meadow watching seconds go by
Here in this state, in this now, in this time
We have no need to think about the world we have left by
Forget that life and all its unnecessary complexities, paradoxes and restless tides
Here is what matters
Where everything is as it is, no one has two faces nothing has two sides
Everything is laid out bare for everyone’s eyes
Here is where I belong
Because here I have found peace, but on the inside
They call this the great outdoors maybe great because this is where we were meant to be
For here I feel more at home than I have ever been
And in this vast openness I can actually hear the voice of my soul speak and sing to me
So maybe this is how things were supposed to go
And maybe just maybe we were meant to live outdoors
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Gentle summer breeze riding the sky
The playful sun rising and shining in my eye
Clouds dampening the harshness of the summer sunlight
Sitting in the meadow watching seconds go by
Here in this state, in this now, in this time
We have no need to think about the world we have left by
Forget that life and all its unnecessary complexities, paradoxes and restless tides
Here is what matters
Where everything is as it is, no one has two faces nothing has two sides
Everything is laid out bare for everyone’s eyes
Here is where I belong
Because here I have found peace, but on the inside
They call this the great outdoors maybe great because this is where we were meant to be
For here I feel more at home than I have ever been
And in this vast openness I can actually hear the voice of my soul speak and sing to me
So maybe this is how things were supposed to go
And maybe just maybe we were meant to live outdoors