Freedom Sings

I'm out on the highway driving along the radios playing my favorite song The wind in the trees is whispering please the sunshine is shinning I'm travelling free. I'm there in that moment enjoying the breeze again I am walking from home down to work not rushing not thinking just looking around enjoying the sights and the things that I've found The sunrise of pinks and gold sparkled dew the birds that are singing to me and to you the green grass and foliage The smells and the sounds. Sometimes I rush and life passes me by like a meal that is eaten without time to taste it's gone in a moment of hustle bound haste lost to depression, oh what a waste.