And You are here.
The sun that warms the earth
Is You.
The Son that heals the earth
Is You.
Your soft breath
Whispers on my skin,
And I am warmed;
I am healed.

The plum tree echoes
With your voice,
Its blossoms on the breeze,
A gift to You.
The feelings in my heart
Drift, pink and white;
I lay their fragile petals
At Your feet.