What do you complain about the most?
I complain how quickly we take for granted,
life and nature, quietly enchanted.
We hurry past wonders dressed as routine,
and miss the magic living in between.
What do you complain about the most?
I complain how quickly we take for granted,
life and nature, quietly enchanted.
We hurry past wonders dressed as routine,
and miss the magic living in between.