The journey is as beautiful as it can be,
You’re here along with mesmerizing cold winter breeze,
Walking every morning from the icy cottage to the woods that are ferny,
Lighting fire every evening & watching you in that light where your scarf seems to be cerise,
Having the natural tea when the cottage is covered with snow, this time is more precious than a thousand bawbee,
Plucking the fruits from huckleberry to anise,
Clicking your pictures besides the mahogany, &
Watching this cycle repeat is just like watching a dream rewind where it was previse,
The boundless compassion visible through the eyes,
Playing the most beautiful chivaree,
This journey is as beautiful as it can be.