Untitled Love Song

Moon covers the mountains with the approach of a storm

The thrush sings it song for the dew -misted dawn

Iris loves loam and her space to breathe

The vines caress the old stone-wall, but still, you do not love me

The rain loves the river and gently falls in its run

River winds through the meadows and they become one

Wind comforts the forest as he moves through her trees

Sun warms the grass on the banks, but still, you do not love me

Some stars in the sky are long dead and gone – from millions of miles their light carries on

We are here for a moment and then we return – I’ll wait for you until the end of the sky and the earth

Spring longs for summer and the new ones are born

Fertile lush fields are embraced by the sun

Autumn loves winter until she dies so serene

Snow falls softly upon the bluffs, but still, you do not love me

Some stars in the sky are long dead and gone – from millions of miles their light carries on

We are here for a moment and then we return – I’ll wait for you until the end of the sky and the earth