THE HART

The hart is cavorting in the glistening, green meadow,
The beaver is playing in the singing, bubbling brook.
The squirrel is leaping in the dew-covered sweet gum tree,
You are enwrapped by my heart in a soft, hidden nook.

Butterflies are swooping upon the nectar-filled flowers,
Fireflies went to sleep with the arising of the sun.
Bluebirds are chattering to one another in the tree tops,
" Get up now, babies, the day has begun."

Wild orchids are giving off their glorious odors,
The air is filled with their mingling, lovely scents.
My heart wants you to see what I see, and ponder,
You are far from me, yet, still in my heart's soft indent.

Always, Sweet Love, the hart cavorts in the green meadow,
The beaver plays in the singing, bubbling brook.
The squirrels leap in the dew of the sweet gum tree,
One day, you'll be with me, not in my heart's soft, hidden nook.