A striking spectacle of nature
It all flows quietly through my soul
Starlings whistle is the distance
Lucky I am to call this place my home
Winds whisper through the trees of willow
Tales of clarity, no other place shall I go
Springs with natures life abundant
On nights of full moons I watch them glow
Rains so gentile now start to fall
Falling faintly on this place called home
Hills to holler paint the horizon
My mind transcends from that which below
While wondrous earth between my feet
Provides me passage for both of us to grow
Fondly, I will always think of thee
For this place that I speak, is a place I call home