Part 2

I wake the next morn, under that tree
In those early hours known as twilight
When neither the sun nor moon are visible

I sit there for a while, ‘til I feel her stir in my arms
Looking down, my gaze meets hers as she opens her eyes

As the sun peeks over the horizon, we rise,
And set off back down the rise

We set off back through the forest
The forest seems drowsy with the early morn

The birds start chirping out a cheerful melody,
While squirrels scurry up, down, and across trees

We walk together, hand in hand,
Down the winding path, that snakes through the trees

We walk until we end up in a grove
This grove, filled with roses, seems to me like a natural garden
The roses, in bloom, sparkle with morning dew

Inspired by the beauty of this scene,
I lean over and kiss my very own rose
The one that stands at my side, seemingly glowing in the light

We regretfully leave this haven of calmness and beauty,
And continue down the path, ‘til we reach a small beach

This beach, on a small, calm lake,
Looks like a nice place, so we lay against a fallen tree
And just watch as the lake surface gets broken

The clear, crystalline surface breaks from even the slightest touch
But it has the ability to mend itself
Even after fish, beaver, and other such creatures disturb the surface

There we lay, until we decide to leave