(Happy birthday my lovelies! As always, I write this little song for you!)
If you're not singing, you're not walking.
If there's no spring in your step, you're not walking.
If you're not dancing, you're not walking.
If there's no song in your heart, you're not walking.
If there's no tune on your lips, you're not walking.
If there's no smell in your nose,
If you don't see the butterflies,
You're not walking.
If you don't look up at the mountains,
If you don't lift your eyes to look across the plain,
You're not walking.
If you don't touch the fresh water flowing by, you're not walking.
If you don't greet the trees in your path, you're not walking.
If you don't feel the breeze on your cheeks, you're not walking.
If you don't listen to the birds, you're not walking.
Some days you just trudge along with your head down, shoulders hunched, your heart leaden, your mind full of thoughts that are not really headed anywhere good.
Other days, you walk the walk of life.
One leads to the other, and both are to be cherished.
Like night and day.
