Paul Marchant
As I look outside I see the breeze
Caress the leaves from the trees
And
carry them to all around
Gently laid upon the ground
I see the birds so
high above
Their songs sing of our special love
And laid upon their soft
sweet wing
Your love to me they gently bring
And as they start their
graceful descent
Delivering a message that’s heaven sent
One thing I know
and will hold so dear
When I see them fly I will feel you near