I Belong to The Sun

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.