There’s a glance .
The water flows .
The trees grow tall .
There are whispers in the wind ,
I hear your call .
As, the water flows ,
waves begin to form.
They build slowly , feel the pounding , as the waves come together .
They explode , with force , as the waves touch , surge snd blend.
They move back and forth .
The water flows.
It soaks all it touches.
Their love is like this .
It flows and beats within.
Nourishes and surrounds .
The source is the Songbird’s Song that hangs in the wind .
Tiny whispers that touch , like the waves , as the water flows.
Sun rises and falls , as long as the water flows .
She will hear her Songbird’s call , those whispers in the Wind .
She will feel it all , the good, the bad, the sad.
She will always belong to him , she always has.
Her Songbird’s call , those notes that dance and sing , nature’s music.
The water flows .
The trees grow tall.
The Songbird sings .
Such are her whispers in the wind.
Her Songbird has called 🌹💋