Walking barefoot circles
‘Round and round my tiny yard
All I know is that this year
Just keeps on hitting hard
The moss is soft beneath my feet
I breathe the tree-cleaned air
And offer to the universe
The fear I cannot bear
Walking barefoot circles
‘Round and round my tiny yard
All I know is that this year
Just keeps on hitting hard
The moss is soft beneath my feet
I breathe the tree-cleaned air
And offer to the universe
The fear I cannot bear