Watching You

Watching You

Secretly watching you in the meadow,
No sun is shining,
But the place is enlightened,
Just by your mere presence,
While gray clouds lay above,

You walk through the tall grasses,
Around the brush,
To the edge of the tall mountain,
You open your arms,
The wind blows,
A low whistle,
Rushing through your hair,
While it lashes your face,

You are calm,
As the wind is wild,
While it rains,
You stand your ground,
Letting the weather toss you around,
You are calm,

You are like an angel from above,
A goddess,
An unbelievable creature,
For even in a mournful meadow,
It is bright,
You make it so,
For you are more beautiful,
Than can ever be desired and yet more,

By Victoria Lynn