you are the gentle sunshine
the million little dust motes
that drift in through my window
in the wee hours of morning

you are the fluffy white clouds
that appear in the heavens
like an old friend popping in
joyfully, out of the blue

you are the bold brilliant moon
the endless amount of stars
in the night sky as I stroll
and think of our adventures

you are the cold winter wind
that lightly caress my cheeks
when I retreat to my bed
revelling in thoughts of us

Summer sun on blue
Pungent roses fill the air
Honeybees approve

Tender waves caress the sand,
The ones you’ve ridden from the start,
A sun that gently warms your skin,
And also warms your heart,

A breeze that bears the weight of love,
Wherever it may go,
To angels flying high above,
And those swimming down below,

So dive into your crystal sea,
Beneath the shades of endless blue,
And you will find the perfect beach,
Is always here inside of you.

Does the sun shine after the rain?

It's hard to feel sad
when the sun shines in rays,
persistent as a mother,
and just as sweet and caring.

Green, microscopic leaves
flutter like the wings of fairies.
If cleanliness is next to godliness,
I feel like I'm in the clouds.