Like a fresh breeze through a meadow
He brings to life the world around me
Smiling down
Is what he loves to do
Brilliant colours slip through the trees and sky
Gazing across the water
He is reflected off
Back to the Heavens
Were he to leave
Forever,
No life would soon exist
He wraps me with warmth
Only night tear us apart
But I know he will return
Like a fresh breeze through a meadow
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