We built our house next to a tall tree,

     With the entry facing the morning sun.

A wide porch surrounds our home, 

     That welcomes all who come our way.

On that porch we watch

     The sunlight filtered through the tree’s leaves,

          And the moon snagged in the tree’s branches.

In the evening,

     We stroll the pasture

          Observing the goats and horses at rest.

               Fireflies arise as we meander down to the stream.

Returning home,

     We light candles

           And dance to the internal rhythms of our love.