In the morning breeze
I can hear your sweet voice
softly calling my Name!
And in clouds
drifting across heaven’s ocean,
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 fountain
is as clear as your tears
the day you left.
The lake in the forest
is as dark as
my thoughts were
the day 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.