A Love Song

I think I'll end this story with a love song. I hope that you will also sing along. The love I'm thinking of is not a person. It is about a love that's always certain. It is about my life and how I loved it. I would go on but I may have to quit. I found where rivers run with gold and silver, where icy mountain waters made me shiver. In the deepest forest's darkened shade, I knew the beauty of the glen and glade. I loved my childhood and our simple home, the smell and texture of the southern loam. And I do love my far flung family, though I don't often show that openly. I love the friends I have and those who passed. I never would accept a different cast. No matter how, no matter where I went, I recall it all as heaven sent. I loved the sky, the forest and the sea, the stars and Universe that sets me free.