Why must you worry about I caused rain and or snow,
Or your leaves, once green, now silver and gold.
Or a bush on a hill, forever unseen,
Or the trees we climbed as children so keen.
For summer was ours by the green troubled sea,
But my love, I carried deeply, truthfully unseen.
Like a leaf swept away in the wind's as it flows,
Or a hidden wave, none but you could know.
Once we were there, now we are here,
Quiet, still, lost in love, without fear.
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