All things to me

Well, in a land of plenty
     there are grapes upon the vine,
And sunshine in the morning
     opens up these eyes of mine.
Clear rivers flow endlessly
     'till they meet the open sea,
And in my arms I'm holding
     the one who means all things to me.

The trees upon the mountains
     shelter us from summer's heat;
Rich soil in the gardens
     ensure plenty there to eat.
All through my daily travels,
     and where ever I may be,
I still carry in my heart
     the one who means all things to me.

And when the heavens open
     I will battle through each storm,
For in the midst of a home
     there's a fire that keeps me warm.
Then, if the earth would shatter
     and set me down on one knee,
I would stand up once again
     for one who means all things to me.

When comes time to leave this earth,
     over the clouds I will glide;
I pray my soul comes to rest
     softly on the river's side.
I will sit under the shade
     of life's never ending tree,
I'll be waiting patiently
     for one who means all things for me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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