I see love when the sun goes down and the moon comes up,
Stars come out, sparkles of life appearing in a dark sky.
I see love when little pink flowers whisper to me secrets only a friend would
Giving me little yellow pollen kisses on red lips.
I see love when trees lean down their branches to brush my cheek,
Soft rustling songs of contentment.
I see sorrow when the river rushes by not stopping to say hello to an old
Mourning in lonely silence.
I see sorrow when the birds stop singing a pretty song,
The forest in a dark dead silence.
I see sorrow when a stump sits alone in a clearing, death afraid to take it all
Rotten wood the last thing left showing of the elegant life it once had.
I see wonder when a mother bird watches her eggs hatch,
Young feathers and miniature yellow beak.
I see wonder when fresh green grass grows tall,
First green of spring, after the cold icy white of winter.
I see wonder when I step into the woods,
Fresh scents and abundant life full of hope.