And as I wait for her in the woods.
I stand with the silence of the trees,
Talking to me about their dreams.
About how they fell in love with the breeze,
And how they admire themselves in the streams.
I stand with the silence of the flowers,
As they swivel with the touch of the wind.
And shy away when they see the showers,
For they’ll be loved, from the petals to the rind.
I stand with the silence of the grass,
And they cuddle together with the earth.
Along the length, till eternity has to pass,
For there will be love, and no dearth.
I stand with the silence of the soil,
As they surrender to the smothering lake.
Which returns quick, the wait doesn't boil,
To give another dream, even before they wake.
I stand with the silence of the rocks,
Who lie between some unassuming gap.
And hide the sands within their locks,
And caress them, like lovers in each others lap.
I stand with the silence of the sunshine,
Who spreads her arms and loves them all.
And where she can’t, she would pine,
For another chance, before she’ll fall.
Among them, I silently wait, patiently long,
With a blooming heart, and dreamy eyes.
For someone for whom I have written this song,
Who’ll hold my hand, and fly in the skies.