I see the flowers blowing in the breeze,
I smell the fresh scent of the nearby trees,
This beautiful world is disapearing right before my eyes,
So I have to hear this world before it ever dies.
A crows distant cry,
Or the rare tweeting of a sparrow still fills this world with life.
I can almost taste the sweet smell of the sage,
The crackle of moving bodies among the pine leafs.
The suns bright rays allow me to sense every one of these things.
I see the flowers blowing in the breeze,
I smell the fresh scent of the nearby trees,
This beautiful world is disapearing right before my eyes,
So I have to hear this world before it ever dies.
