There’s Love

There’s love that sparkles like a stream
That washes o’re the rocks.
Which keeps the mountains crystal clean
And feeds the thirsty fox.

There’s love that whispers like the breeze
That combs the fields of grass
Upon which deer may graze at ease
Beneath a crystal glass.

There’s love that rises like the mist
That clothes the hidden ponds
In birth to clouds the sun has kissed
With rays of magic wands.

There’s love that rides on eagle wings
Across a crimson sky.
There’s even love a seagull brings
To children who are shy.

There’s love that moves the ocean waves
To crash upon the shore.
To those who know how love behaves
There’s all of this and more.


John H. Bidwell