A Simple Slow Living Routine | Life in the Colombian Mountains| Planting Trees, Gardening & Baking

Come here, come. Up, up, up. Very good. Up, up, up. Even still I remember The moment she could feel the tears Wasn't true I had a star on the forehead That was us When I let go Into the rays of thunder Standing Never had to use a bit Can she walk In the fire Can she run Can she make it Up the mountain side Can she make it Again I have often wondered If she'll go Beyond the fence Will she keep on Moving onward Or stay in what could have been Will she keep on Moving onward Or stay in what could have been Wait a little bit longer.