Spring Wood

Into my life, you stepped
Like a stroll through a spring wood;
Alive with sound,
Busy, new.
We all gathered to hear your stories,
And left with a warmth in our hearts that
We didn’t even know we had the capacity
To feel.
But, for a reason I’ll never truly understand,
But will cherish like an heirloom:
Out of all the people in the crowd,
You chose me
To walk with you
Through the spring wood,
Alive with song.

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