As the Wind Gently Whispers

As the wind gently whispers through the pine trees, I often think of us

when we were young, allowing the lake to pour

into us, and God’s light was bright

 back then, for both of us,

as if I was awakened

 for the first time.

       

Seeing you, through living leaves, and your reflection

 in the water, made pine trees and the oaks, seem much more important

And now I love how the pines still speak to us

confirming our love, and that we are part

of a larger plan, as our lives

complete their blending.

      

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