Swaying in time with the wind in the trees,
Hand to hand entwined.
Precious few places as moving to be
Than where it is safe and wild.
Hum a tune that only you know,
Light in the sky it glides.
Dance to the song as the flight of a crow,
Inviting as the tide.
Sharing of hands and exploring the world,
Laughing as you go.
Melodies lead through intimate twirls,
Like flakes of falling snow.
Music colors the canvas of lives,
Dance when you hear the tune.
Memories together transcending time,
The feeling always new.