When I stand alone in the sand,
I see the sunset as it paints the sky.
There to be one with Nature,
and watch the Mallards fly.
When God paints another unique picture,
of scarlet colors in orange hues,
he does so just once for each splendor,
and that is how I think of you.
A beauty created but once.
A wonder that the world beholds,
then loses with the approaching night,
another story then to be told.
No eyes sparkle as you do.
No smiles spread the miles so blue.
There are no words to adequately describe,
the wonder that is you.
So unique that I have found,
whenever your around,
a peace that seems to surround,
extending from the sky to the ground.
I breath-in your presence,
I sense with my mind your special essence,
and know my fond dependence,
will never leave me.
My heart will never find,
a flaw in your kind,
of natural, spiritual mind,
and its God given splendor.