I am never blind to the beauty,
but sometimes I get inner-weary,
and I simply let the nature settle
upon me, then slowly seep
into me, filling all those places deep
that needed a coating.
I am never deaf to the beauty.
Sometimes a storm comes ’round to relieve me,
for after my heart skips a beat
and my soul settles after the leap,
the retreating rumbles leave me feeling
not quite so