In the morning breeze
I can hear your sweet voice
softly calling my name.
In the haze above
I can see
the contour of your lovely face.

In the meadow’s stream
I can hear your contented laughter
and the water in the hidden well
is as clear as
your tears
the day you said goodbye.

The lake in the forest
is as deep and dark as
my thoughts were
on the day
when my love for you
turned to hate.

All in nature
reminds me of you.
Our love was transient,
like the blossoming of the almond tree.
Beauty never lasts
and it was yesteryear.