"CALIFORNIA"

The sweet softness of the air
Brings fragrance
To all who live here,
Carrying happiness on its currents.

Watch the birds soaring—
The clouds drifting Eastward.

The mountains sleep,
The animals wander among the trees
Growing on the mountain’s strong backs.

Beneath a restful sky someone is singing,
"There is nothing to do,
No need to move"
To all who live here.

Watch the eagle soaring,
See the clouds drift Eastward.

The sweet softness of the air
Makes me believe
Everything begins here,
And like the birds,
Drifts Eastward—
Like my words.