Song

As I set my pack down, I look up towards the sky, searching for you;
          You are there somewhere,
          Amongst the emerald trees
          And forlorn, lichen-spotted rocks,
          Beyond the velvety fields of green,
          Somewhere below the golden orb
          That warms both our hearts;
          My lesser half tells me you can't be there,
          But I swear I can see your divine form
          Outlined in radiant rays of gold from Apollo's bow;
          The small, crystal pool is your smile for me;
          The trees intertwined are two lovers' embrace;
          And the soaring skylark is your voice calling me;
          And I smile to myself, thanking Artemis and Aphrodite.