A butterfly floats through the air,
Up the tree, a squirrel climbs high.
A far off plane, hear it far away,
The meow of a cat, water in a stream.
The whisper in the ear of a loving girl,
Ticking of a clock, time of the world.
A flag slowly blowing in the breeze,
Leaves falling from a tree, that’s what I mean.
Slowly a fire burns, crackling of the wood,
Quiet sounds of peace, these things that are good.