Joy

A fragrant wood fire, burning slowly
All through the night
A rose opening its petals, one by one
At the touch of the first rays of sunlight
A blackbird singing on top of the roof
Jubilant songs into the azure sky

The sound of raindrops falling on the ground
Echoing amongst the trees
The smell of wet leaves and forest soil
Rising slowly up and up
The gentle touch of a fresh breeze
On my skin and in my hair

The warmth of your hand in mine
Says you are there
The sound of your voice
Tells me of your presence
The light in your eyes
Reflects in my heart