[FONT="]A touch of nature
Casts freedom in the air,
The quietness of morning
As we walk the paths
Of love's grandest moment
With each step a new horizon.
The casual movements
Stopping at any moment
To feel the glory
Of the little world in bloom.
No rushing to somewhere else
No looking for hallowed ground,
Just being in the moment
And living the art of sauntering.
Where will we be in five minutes,
Who knows and why would you want to
The hallowed ground comes to us
Each time our foot meets the earth
The secret is further unwound.[/FONT]
Casts freedom in the air,
The quietness of morning
As we walk the paths
Of love's grandest moment
With each step a new horizon.
The casual movements
Stopping at any moment
To feel the glory
Of the little world in bloom.
No rushing to somewhere else
No looking for hallowed ground,
Just being in the moment
And living the art of sauntering.
Where will we be in five minutes,
Who knows and why would you want to
The hallowed ground comes to us
Each time our foot meets the earth
The secret is further unwound.[/FONT]
