
THE ART OF STILLNESS
I’m a bird in a box
flying without my wings
There’s nothing I can do,
there’s nowhere else I can be
So I just sit and watch
the clouds and the endless blue sky.
And everything is moving,
and every is still.
It’s beautiful.
THE ART OF STILLNESS
I’m a bird in a box
flying without my wings
There’s nothing I can do,
there’s nowhere else I can be
So I just sit and watch
the clouds and the endless blue sky.
And everything is moving,
and every is still.
It’s beautiful.