The wind in my hair, The sun on my back, The sounds of drumbeats And rustling trees in my ears. A well-loved book nearby, And a pen in my hand With a blank page before me. A creek running over my toes, Its melody blending with the trees, And the grass beneath me. The arms of the one I love around me. That is all I want From this life. With only this, I will be content for all of my days.