This Is You
The melody of a singing bird,
After it arrives in spring,
A most pleasant sound that I have heard,
Truly moves my heart to shout and sing.
The fragile wings of a butterfly,
Cheerful colors going here and there,
Flower to flower, not asking why,
And floating so lightly through the air.
The soft gurgling of a country stream,
It’s refreshing water, clear and cool,
Sunlight drifting like a summer dream,
Ducks swimming ’round in a little pool.
Soft petals of a beautiful rose,
So rich, can other flowers compare?
But though there be so many of those,
Your beauty outshines, so lovely, so rare.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.