Lyrics

Comes a day, comes a breeze.
I sit here peacefully under the trees.
Foxgloves are popping pink as you please.
How does all this come to be?

Is there a reason?
Is there a plan for strawberries glowing
Bright red in my hand?
And in the grass cobwebs of dew
Sparkle when the sun shines through!

I look at the leaves…
I look at the grass...
I look at the sky….
And I ask, “What have I done
In some other life
To be blessed with this stuff?”

Filling our pockets,
Filling our shoes,
Filling our stomachs
To conquer the blues...
Building our dream house on credit cards, Barbeques in big backyards.

I water the lawn,
I put out the trash,
I polish the car,
And I ask, “What have I done
In some other life
That I have all this stuff?"

So now I sit here
On my hands,
Throwing out questions
And questioning plans.
Somehow I begin to see
All of this is part of me!

Green on green,
Blue on white,
Scarlet and yellow,
Burstingly bright!
Slowly I begin to see
All of this is part of me…
All of us is part of me...