Beauty Meant For One

Somber willows bend To touch their gnarled knees. Faithful tree trunks stand Against the angry breeze. So who am I to question Nature’s grander scheme? I know there is a lesson In this telling dream. Slowly setting sun Is painting wispy clouds. Beauty meant for one, Yet drawing in the crowds. So what am I to gather, From this dream of mine? That love’s not free, but rather Only just a sign. Oceans rolling in Are symptoms of the tide; Just as growing sin – Depravity slung wide. Do lightning and the thunder Just reflect the storm? And is it love, I wonder, That will keep us warm. So the lesson learned Is water’s very deep. Forests do get burned When Nature’s gone to sleep. My dream is a reflection Of a wondrous find - That love is just a vision Of the ties that bind.