IN EACH TINY FLOWER

I walk and walk and walk,

And you walk with me,

Though so very far away.

In the breeze passing,

Through the trees,

I hear your voice...

Whispering sweet words,

Carried down to grass,

And reeds along the creek,

Beside which my feet carry me,

And, I hear the echo in

Birdsong in the wood,

Your smile in bright sunflower,

Your grace in dancing willow,

And in each tiny flower along the path...

I find you're following me,

Matching me pace for pace,

Love for love... somewhere.

• Donovan Baldwin