Birds and Trees
Birds and trees,
Flowers and breeze;
These things remind me of you.
The way you smile,
Your charming style;
Your beautiful laugh,
Your studious half;
I love them all,
I do.
If the world were robbed
Of your presence,
Oh what, oh what,
Would I do?
I would fall to my knees,
And beg the earth, “Please!
Bring her back to me!”
But if this should fail,
I would not derail
In my quest of finding you.
In fact I would run,
Right into the sun,
If I thought it would bring me to you.
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