It soothing, and certain, and endlessly pouring
It's lyrics, it energies, its mystical messages..
Come now, let's listen and inhale the blessings
In wind streams and branches: in birds that are chirping,
Are remedies and answers for which we are yearning
Yet we don't ever gather it into our own mind set
We're busy, we're buying; we haven't any time to reflect
Time keeps on ticking and we keep on with our running
Some how, we have lost it..in the midst of our buzzing
That soothing so simplistic that comes from reflecting
Our society has squashed it.. with it's own form of blessing..