Remember the whisper of the cotton trees

The church bells ring

The car drives by

The hustle and bustle of everyday life

The shouting of bosses

The demands are overtaking

It's hard not to get lost among the stress

But if I sit in silence, quiet down my mind

I take myself back to a place that is more divine

The place that is heaven on earth

The beautiful summer sky

To remember the whisper of the cotton trees

The crash of waves amongst the trees

In my sandals and beach chair its not hard to do

because those whispers always bring me back to you