How Small

Morning alarm

Roaring cars

Radio news

Chickadee song

The river sings along

To the chorus of trees

In the city I can’t see

All the falling falling leaves

I belong in the mountains

Where I can feel how small we can be

Asphalt and stone

Busy roads

Lights always on

Soil and bone

Stillness alone

Silence of stars

In the city I can’t see

All the falling falling leaves

I belong in the mountains

Where I can feel how small we can be

Infinite race

Matching the pace

Falling behind

Wind on my face

Abandon the chase

Grounded and free

In the city I can’t see

All the falling falling leaves

I belong in the mountains

Where I can feel how small we can be