My Poem

I saw it through the trees,
cresting above the hills,
the sun light of morning
with the love I feel.

I captured the moment
images of you and I
that I will hold in my
heart till the day I die.

The trees are now budded and
flowers are breaking ground
and I know that another season
has passed another has come around.

Time documents the chapters
of a story written in the wind,
left upon the clouds from
whence we first began.