Sometimes

Sometimes when I'm outside The wind whispers to me I sit back and I close my eyes Half awake and half asleep Sometimes it's the simple things The wake of waves on the sea Scent of rain, the rustling of leaves A simple melody And I flutter in and out Of dreams that all feel so real Like an offer of belonging The sweet-scented promise to heal Sometimes when there is time Pathways appear Hillsides bathed in light Things become oh so clear Sometimes a scene is set with ease Birds perched on a tree Sometimes essence is poetry Its echoes bring connection and peace And I flutter in and out Of dreams that all feel so real Like an offer of belonging The sweet-scented promise to heal Sometimes when there is time Pathways appear Hillsides bathed in light Things become oh so clear Sometimes when there is time Pathways appear Hillsides bathed in light Things become oh so clear Sometimes when there is time Pathways appear Hillsides bathed in light Things become oh so clear