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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