Val-Jilbert, Canada
Tired weary bones contented by
a sad and lonley heart.
The waterfall mourns for
me as its ever lasting
tears drop so long, so deep.
The sky blue - grey - unamused.
A lark singing its low song
in the swaying trees.
The breeze is your kiss upon
my cheek, and the view is your beauty.
Your embrase an invigerating
heat - the sun beats
down upon my closed
eyes. Warmth soothing
my tired weary bones.