Shot up,
from broken sleep,
Heavily breathing,
Guess you've really got a hold on me.

Absence
makes the heart grow stronger,
Or is it fonder?

I'll never know unless I get some sleep.

There is beauty in everything we see.
In every inch of every tree.

There is beauty in blades of grass.
Always growing while seasons pass.

There is beauty in the soil we spread.
To grow the things not in our head.

There is beauty in all of our minds.
We think the things we aren't able to find.

There is beauty in all of our hearts.
Seen with change that passions start.

We often are too worried about material things.
To notice the beauty that nature brings.