If you would stop and notice that we number every day
But allow the many moments left uncounted slip away
You don’t have to count them, just enjoy them one by one
Then things would take a different hue and sparkle in the sun
The winds would lift you up into the sky
The winds would lift you up into the sky above
Where you would see a trail of treasured memories you love
A rainbow record of the thoughts and moments you’ve enjoyed
Arcs behind the earth as spectral colors in the void
In the void
Scents and subtle sounds