I can hear your whisper,
upon the breeze,
and see your smile,
in the sun.

I touch your kisses,
by the dew,
as the meadow lark,
sings his song.

I can smell your fragrance,
upon pedaled stems,
and the color abundance,
shows your joy.

I feel your tears,
when it rains,
soft, salty,
and warm.

I will always listen,
to how you speak to me,
silent purity,
upon my heart.