Just sitting on the mountain
watching the sunset
spreading like fire
across the sky
and i was remembering
the wildflowers and butterflies
and the beauty of the morning
and then i started to wonder
oh what kind of beauty
must be in the heart
of the one
who waters the plants
and grows the flowers
that bring such beauty
to life
oh what kind of love
must that be
oh what kind of beautiful heart
must that be
