When the wind is blowing just right, I can feel your
presence, and I'm not quite so
empty inside. The leaves on the
trees rustle just slightly, some falling to the ground, some creating a
rippling effect as they
mix and mingle, come together and move apart.
When the
wind blows just right, a
poplar tree becomes the single most
beautiful thing in the
world, at least in my
eyes. I've often
thought to myself that the day I find someone who can see what I see in the leaves of a poplar tree, as the wind causes them to
flutter and frolic
amongst themselves, will be the same day that I find my one
true soul mate. Kind of
sappy, hm?