The stories they hear,
of people coming near.

Those mountains and seas,
where all find peace.

Dusk and dawns,
when a little baby yawn.

The rains and snow,
twilight may know,
how deep one loves,
like a pair of doves.

When sun shines so bright,
how moon smiles at night.

How two lovers greet,
while their souls meet.

The writer writes it all,
but something remains beneath,
only true love will see,
the way one heals.