I find myself in rolling hills,
...as spring is in the air,
Reflecting on a life to be,
...with mate I soon will pair.
A rising sun from out the east,
...spreads forth its warming glow,
As up ahead a slender oak;
...beside a stream doth flow.
I've never been this way before,
...no path to lead the way,
As walk along this nameless stream,
...and greet the coming day.
Beneath oak's limbs, white patch of snow,
...remains of winter past,
Protected by tree's greening boughs,
...within its shadows cast.
I stop to rest beside small oak,
...and gaze in awe around,
At the beauty of the hills;
...feel nature's grace abound.
I know within, the time will come,
...before our final day,
My loving wife, within my arms,
...beneath oak tree will lay.
I walk along a flowing stream,
...so small it has no name,
No footprints in the sand ahead,
...and none from whence I came.
On distant hill the columbine,
...beneath the setting sun,
Many miles I've walked alone,
...soon will my day be done.
Up ahead a speading oak,
...lies just beyond the bend,
With weary legs I seek its shade,
...my journey will then end.
Beneath the boughs of beauteous tree,
...she lies in peaceful sleep,
I placed her there so long ago,
...so God would ever keep.
I made a bed amongst the leaves,
...and lay her gently there,
Held her close in love's embrace,
...last touched her silken hair.
A nameless stream flows down the hill,
...beside majestic tree,
Beneath its boughs we sleep tonight,
...for all eternity.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 02-02-2000).]