No sound! A wondrous anticipation as nature holds its breath.
Trees along the bank show off their winter lacy patterns against the early dawning sky
Age-old and watching, ever waiting for the spring,
They watch two lovers run into each other's souls
To recompense their hours of separate longing.
The song that grows within their hearts echoes
The growing orchestra of bird sounds waking to another perfect joyous day.
Beloved earth, beloved trees and nature, all these are sacred to the lovers now
For they have seen the secret and will keep it in their hearts for ever, like their love.
by Mo Windsor: January 1992
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