Nature
Love look outside
At the gently blowing wind
It carries us away in dreams
And makes it all begin
In waterfalls I hear your laugh
In the sound of water on rocks
Strings of ivy are your hair
But can only hope to mock
The bark on trees is your eyes
Dark and lovely and deep
Birdsong is your pretty voice
When you begin to speak
The sand is your skin
Pale and soft and smooth
The sky is your mind
Your thoughts and your mood
The sun is your personality
Kind and sweet
And the water cool and welcoming
So you may rest your weary feet
In water we are weightless
On the wind we can fly
I just hope you look at me and see
The love in my eyes
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