My Big Green Love Note

My love is not a poet

He doesn't dance or sing

He doesn't bring home roses

or gold and diamond rings.

But when I look outside I see

The love song that he wrote

It's made of grass and plants and dirt

My own big green love note.

It's filled with peace and restfulness

and beauty fully grown

It's a place where we can just escape

Without ever leaving home.

Thanks honey,

I love you too.

Caren E. Salas