The birds up high were singing their song,
A melody sweet, pure, and strong,
Their voices lifted up to the sky,
as on a dirt road I traveled by.
The scent of pine was in the air,
A fragrance fresh, pure and rare,
with each step I took on that old dirt road,
My heart was light, my spirit glowed.
For in that moment, I was truly free,
With nature all around, surrounding me,
in that place, so wild and free,
I found the peace that I longed to see.
The leaves, they chuckled, as the wind did blow,
I continue on my journey slow,
For in that moment, I learned what it meant,
on this old dusty road, to be content.