When my world gets too heavy
I touch the trees
I look to the sun
Stand facing the breeze.
When I feel that I’m lost
I sit in the grass
I sit very still
Let the world pass.
When things start to push me
I look to the sky
I soak in the blue
Watch clouds passing by.
When I feel I’ve been wounded
I walk in the night
I look for the moon
Count stars shining bright.
When I open my world to
Things such as these
I feel very blessed
When I touch the trees.