are right underneath our noses.
Getting there can be as easy as opening the back door
And stepping outside into a world that’s always been there.
As long as we’ve paid attention.
As long as we’ve taken care of it.
I worry that it won’t always be as easy as this.
That there will come a time when I’ll step out that back door and there will be no butterflies.
That the flush of a summer’s day will be lost.
And, that the only way I’ll get it back will be from a wing and a prayer. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]