Let me smell the grass, in the summer if I could
Stand by a morning campfire, feel the heat of burning wood
I would like to watch the trees change colors in the fall
Listen to the wind blow, as she echo's winters lonely call
I wish to make a snowball, a sleigh ride without stops
Feel the ridged chill of winter high upon a mountaintop
I want to taste the rain, a thundershower in spring
Watch daffodile's bloom, hear baby birds sing
I desire to comprehend and possibly believe
The endless beauty, and boundless glory
In this land, God has achieved
I want to witness all the Seasons come
And Understand them when they go
And the little tree's along the Mountainside
I'd like to watch them grow
All these things, I would like to do
If I could before I go
-MrVince-
