I can see you in the trees.
I hear you in the wind through the leaves.
You have surrounded me with your being.
And every single cell of me wants you to be.
The strength you've given to me I hope you can see.
As I stand on this mountain, the sun sighing its way down.
The notes of your songs fill my soul and I have found.
That the roots of my heart have finally grasped solid ground.
I see your eyes in the bright still water, hear your whisper in the soft crunch of leaves. I feel the softness of you in the flowers in my hand, hear your loving laughter in the birds singing their songs. I can feel your warmth wrapped around me in the sun's warm bearing.
About the Creator
Chris Santiago
I've always found a bit peace and release in putting word to written medium. I'm by no means an accomplished wordsmith but I find enjoyment in it. My love for writing started from world building that being a dungeon master provided.
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