God's country

If I could chase the setting sun
and dance among the stars
and hear the wild eagles scream
I'd know that I am yours.

If I could feel the western wind
and taste the ocean's spray
and lay upon the dune grass
I'd know I'd be okay.

If I could hear the mountains groan
beneath the redwood trees
and smell the feral forest scents
I'd know that I'd be at peace.