My Love Is Nature

I hear a whisper upon the breeze; its true! It sings, to me, a nature’s call of placid love, so wondrous that it turns the moon blue. My heart is elated and at peace like the symbol of a dove. Your sun shines such a munificent light That it reveals for me a glimpse of leaves and weeds at dance. But under the trees the owls do hoot for the silent night. At dawn I am waken by woodland creatures doing their praising prance In turn, I am captivated and enticed by its sound. Every moment I glimpse you is a sight beautiful alone The beauty of your dusty trail, playful winds, and crimson browns, always bound The windows of my soul with a reflecting tone. I feel as if you are my lover or should I call you my mate? Your sight, taste, touch, and sound; spark me, to create.