Bit of 1960's big ballad feel to this one, not intended specifically but sometimes you just never know. BBC Symphony from Spitfire for the strings, an awesome tool.

Evocative words as ever from @crisp1

A true sign of quality lyrics writing is when you don't need to change a single word or phrase, they just flow.

Doug: My goodness @daveyboy103, you pulled out all the stops on this one! Amazing orchestration, fantastic vocals (reminiscent of Tom Jones!), and I see you even sharpened your quill to help fill out the song. What a musician you are! Huge thank you!

@crisp1 Needed a pre chorus for the structure I had in mind. I hope you think they fit the tone of the lyrics.

#slowballad #nature #piano #orchestral

Cool water floating Through the branches of the trees Sunlight beaming on a slant Lays a shimmer on the leaves

Hawks glide in circles And coyotes start to prowl Hooting coming from the woods Has to be a great horned owl

Every sound is saying something Every shadow has a name The wilderness is calling Like it’s calling me again

Wild lands are my backyard When staying indoors becomes too hard Nature invites me Nature invites me

Spring flowers blooming In a year of ample rain Work their magic on my heart And I’m learning them by name

Nightshade and poppies Owl’s clover, blue-eyed grass Monkeyflowers, fiddleneck It’s a natural history class

Every lesson grows in silence Every answer’s in the dirt I forget the weight I carry I remember how to hurt

Wild lands are my backyard When staying indoors becomes too hard Nature invites me Nature invites me

There’s no solace, there’s no peace Softer than a summer breeze Is life stifling, is life cruel? Head outdoors and find renewal

Let the earth remind you You were never meant to shrink

Wild lands are my backyard When staying indoors becomes too hard Nature invites me Nature invites me

The notes fall back into the trees The light tilts and fades