Love could be written in sand
Could be written in the stars
Like a seal of approval
From gods Venus to Mars
I’ve got you in my sights
Focused front and center
The light mingles between us
Bending and compromising
What will the future behold
Will life ever grow old
Or always be renewed
Like the mountain spring
Shading by blooming trilliums
Our stories could be interwoven
Across all the millenniums
Like the warblers that sing
In the fresh wilderness forest
Along the ridge top spruces
Far above the hidden dangers
Lurking under the canopy
Our space is always won
When our survival beckons
Our arrival each spring
When we build our own nest
And pledge to do our best