Walking in the vineyards on a rainy day,

Listening to the crows mock the clouds with voices loud. 

Mustard blooms in spite of the lack of rain.

Weeping willows drape green tears on a shining stream. 

We built a home with stone, wood and plaster,

And stables to shelter the horses.

On the porch, we hear the nearby rushing stream tumble downhill.

The sun sets slowly over the western hills bathing us in gold.

Although we have created our own version of heaven,

It is love that fills our home with laughter and joy.