Touch of America

She will reach out and touch you,
Without you realizing it at all.
Her hand will brush you in the wind,
Her lips in every rain drop,
Her loving arms towering mountains,
And Her tears flow in rivers,
Tears for the fallen,
The ones who fell to protect Her.
She whispers to us in the trees,
Touches us with gentle rain,
Her breath the sigh of a breeze,
Her spirit in every child,
Every firework blast,
And She touches those who love Her.
If you slow down, look around,
You can feel the touch of America.