The wind blows the trees
They whisper.
It blows the nearby lake
It ripples.
There are two people under a tree
They laugh.
The Girl is pushed on a swing
She's Flyind.
The boy on the ground watches
He smiles.
She looks at him on her way up
He winks.
He stops the swing on its way back
She looks.
He smiles and leans forward
They kiss.
Everything grows silent
Time stops.
They stay that way for eternity
Locked tight.
Then they break apart
Time restarts.
But they'll always be together
They love.
And once again the wind blows the trees
They whisper.
