Author: Paula Odell
I can hear your whisper, upon the breeze, and see your smile, in the sun. I touch your kisses, by the dew, as the meadow lark, sings his song. I can smell your fragrance, upon pedaled stems, and the color abundance, shows your joy. I feel your tears, when it rains, soft, salty, and warm. I will always listen, to how you speak to me, silent purity, upon my heart.