I thought of happiness as something distant,

Yet it lingers in the fading light.

The trees behind the barn wear autumn’s colors,

The breeze drifts gently through the night.

A cloud is drifting slow across the skyline,

A pale edge glowing in the blue.

I follow it, not knowing where it’s going—

Still it not feels like something true.

All is mine, the day, the sky, the sound,

Every little moment that I’ve found.

Quiet streets, the humming of the barn,

Here I stand, content with who I am.

A bird arrives to rest upon the window,

Its song breaks lightly through the hour.

I lift my eyes away from worn-out pages,

And let the silence keep its power.

All is mine, the day, the sky, the sound,

Every little moment that I’ve found.

Quiet streets, the humming of the barn,

Here I stand, content with who I am.

Not a dream, not far away,

It’s breathing here, it wants to stay.

All is mine.