dove

This poem will tell you

Where you always can find me

 

When a gentle wind blows

Thatís my hand on your face

 

When the tree give you shade

Thatís my sheltering embrace

 

When the sun gives you freckles

Thatís me tickling my boy

 

When the rain wets your hair

Those are my tears of joy

 

When the long grass enfolds you

Thatís me holding you tight

 

When the whippoorwill sing

Thatís me whispering goodnight