Michael D. Horan Jr.
You Are In This World
The sun shines off the ocean so blue.
The river swells, that's what rainfalls do.
The call in the wild tells me the animals run free.
Up on the mountain top blows a cool summer's breeze.
The birds sing and the eagles soar
I don't miss the sound of an engine roar.
The trees rustle and the crickets play,
I look up at the stars and begin to drift away.
Floating up into the sky