Love Flows...

the sky breaks itself open
to let the sun take the stage,
and stitches itself up at night,
with the moon, stars and Swan Lake;
a tree spreads its arms wide,
just for me to rest in its shade;
a river flows along merrily
so I can dip my feet in to play;
my heart is in the sky -
at dawn and at night;
my heart is in the tree,
and in the river that flows by;
why dam the flow then,
of a love that brims over?
why hold back the wave
that seeks a quiet shore?