Sparkling waters speaking, a language their own
Bursting bubbles everywhere
Hearing sounds, not understanding words
Intertwining in meaning
Deepening redwoods, mossying alders
Graying jay, downying woodpecker
Spawning salmon, flowing water
Elk River, a winter day.
I love you more with each passing day
I don’t know what more to say.
Is there an way to convey
There is no place where we can stay?
So lets jump and romp and play
Or lie quiet and watch the branches sway.
Lets love and live as if this were our final day;
Which it very well may.
by David LaFever