A Poem by Paul Marchant

As I look outside I see the breeze

Caress the leaves from the trees

And carry them to all around

Gently laid upon the ground

I see the birds so high above

Their songs sing of our special love

And laid upon their soft sweet wing

Your love to me they gently bring

And as they start their graceful descent

Delivering a message that’s heaven sent

One thing I know and will hold so dear

When I see them fly I will feel you near

- Paul Marchant -