NOTHING AT ALL I sit quietly in the wilderness Thinking of everything Or nothing at all Listening to nothing Except for the waterfall I could sit here all day doing nothing at all The birds are singing now As I watch the squirrels I hear the hum of bees And the sound of the woodpecker On the tall skinny trees I could sit here all day Watching them dance in the breeze As the sun disappears And the moon takes it's place A chill comes over us all While sitting 'round the campfire The coyotes call I could sit here all night Doing nothing at all Copyright (c)2000 Leslie Ann Ballou EXPRESSIONS HOMEPAGE POETRY INDEX LYRICS INDEX WORDS OF MY FRIENDS