There are so many things that I can see,
When I look out through my eyes.
Mountains, flowers, rocks, trees,
Clouds, an orange sunrise.
There are so many things that I can smell,
With perfume, oh so sweet.
Roses, daisies, daffodils,
And all down at my feet.
There are so many things that I can hear,
When I listed to the sounds.
Birds, rivers, rustling leaves,
So many can be found.
But should we take for granted,
All the treasures God has sown.
And should we stop and think about,
A world that's almost gone.
Or should we look, and dream about,
The sights that we can see,
Or think about the sounds we hear,
Of birds up in their trees.
Or all the smells we sing about,
That remind us all of home.
For without them, we'd all be longing
For a world we used to own.