It came to pass this afternoon,
As I walked through pastures green
Beside a setting sun;
That every soft blade beneath my feet
Had its own shadow;
It's own place in the sun,
It's life; helping me to breathe.
The leaves of the trees above me;
Changing colour, changing face,
Each filling part of heaven,
Helping me breathe again.
The wind playing with the air around me;
Cool and free.
Enrapturing me exquisitely;
So simply, I breathe...