I imagine graceful, wheeling birds aflight
above the shushing of foamy waves
as the tide gently licks at the smooth white sands.

I look out over an inland sea,
the shallow waters blue-green and beautiful,
olive trees on the shore,
gently sloping hills of briht green grasses
and the calls of foreign birds.

and I compare these images to you
and I realize that the golden grasses cannot hope to match your hair
the soft ocean cannot begin to excel your voice,
the calls of the birds fail to match your laughter,
and that white shres cannot compare to your skin.
and the sunrise cannot rival the light that you bring to me.

Indeed, in all nature's splendor,
In all her most incredible posturings,
I know she will never again
Repeat the things she put in you. :)