~ Right Where I Belong ~
Smelling the grass and the flowers
Lying in this field of contentment
There is no rush to be anywhere
I’m happy to just lie down
And let this life wash over me.
Other things I could be doing
Productive things, they like to say
Well, it all comes back to this anyway
The purpose of being will always be here
As everyone runs toward some illusionary goal.
To be miserable in a mansion
To be depressed with diamonds
To be sick with success
And lonely in the crowd
It’s clear to me that where life is
Is nowhere else but nature
And this joy is found
At the root source
Of everything worth doing.
I grew from the dirt of this earth
Like a flower of circumstance
And it is when I am surrounded
By all of this beauty
That I finally feel in touch
With my true essence
Let my dreams burst
And my thoughts bloom
And my happiness blossom
And please, do not think of me as lost
Like the lone eagle in the sky,
I am right where I belong.
~ A Voice From The Wild ~ 