It’s in the new noises that fill the air,
The warm glow of the sun,
The smell of rich brown earth,
The golden radiance of the daffodils,
And the little whispers of the wind.
It’s in the beauty of the rolling hills,
The magnificence of the oak forest,
The heaving of pregnant oceans,
The ineffable mystery of falling snow,
And the sure turn of seasons.
That our hearts meet
And I see the mystery in you.
