and view the love all around,
though childish it may seem
it's more than a dream, gaze
once more up at the clouds.
When you truly believe
you'll find the gift in the trees,
in the flowers and bumble bee ,
as the river flows to the sea,
you'll find love is you and me.
hold still if you will,
here in my garden
tells many a tale.
The brook flowing
the fish downstream
document the stories
we have yet to say.
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