(62) LIVING HERE: This Sunny Little Sunny Spot

April 08, 2018 | | Comments 0


I am not an old man,
not young it’s true.
I am not the man
I used to think I knew.

I am a bird on a branch
high up an apple tree.
I sing this song to you,
I sing this song to me.

The sun light meets
the waterfall mist below,
My Spirit dances and delights
In what it doesn’t need to know

No thought about where I’m not
no fight remains to be fought,
I’m just sitting here singing
In this sunny little sunny spot
Sitting here singing
in this sunny little sunny spot.

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