Voice
I still hear your voice in my quite room.
I hear your heart beat and feel your hand in mine when walking through our quiet but alive wood. Where the daffodil's rise from the wet ground like spirit's rising to heaven, blue bells dance in the wind swaying from side to side, Roses open to see the new day ahead shaking the cold drew drops off there red silky buds, spiders webs catch the jewel like drops from the sky and the trees let in the dappled lights above to light our way through this magical wood.
But since you left the woodland is quiet as if the spirit of you has gone, leaving the flowers and tree's in silence waiting, waiting for your return.
I hear your heart beat and feel your hand in mine when walking through our quiet but alive wood. Where the daffodil's rise from the wet ground like spirit's rising to heaven, blue bells dance in the wind swaying from side to side, Roses open to see the new day ahead shaking the cold drew drops off there red silky buds, spiders webs catch the jewel like drops from the sky and the trees let in the dappled lights above to light our way through this magical wood.
But since you left the woodland is quiet as if the spirit of you has gone, leaving the flowers and tree's in silence waiting, waiting for your return.