You are, the wind, as it rustles the trees,
you are, the caress, of the warm summer breeze.
You are, an eagle, as it circles on high,
you are, a new born babe, as it utters its first cry.
You are, a wave as, it breaks on the shore,
you are, a lioness, as to her cubs she calls.
You are, the lightning, as across the sky it streaks,
you are, the snow, as it glistens on a mountain peak.
You are, the sun, with its life giving rays,
you are, the hills, as they hover above the summer haze.
You are, the stars, as brightly they shine,
you are, the taste, of a fine bottle of wine.
You are, the moon, as it looks down from above,
you are, the one that I love.