the trees of me
in the forest of you
echoing laughter
songs are brand new
the shelter of you
in the heart of me
is a harbor deep blue
in a dark stormy sea
the laughter of you
in the soul of me
opens my windows
sets the bird free
the trees of you
in the forest of me
are the gifts
that keep blooming
from the seeds
that were free
the flowers of you
in the clay pot of me
are the souls of butterflies
dancing,
for all to see