I belong to the sun
And rustling leaves,
To the birds and their tunes
To the sweet gentle breeze.
I belong on dirt roads,
Barefoot and dusty,
To the creeks and mountains
Where nature surrounds me.
I belong in small towns
Where there’s not much to do,
Except go on long hikes
And crack a cold one with you.
I belong on the beach
With my feet in the sand,
Listening to Zach Bryan
While you hold my hand.