For someone special

Snow falling falling
Gifts from the sky
Sea spray coating my hair
and eyes, I breathe and sigh.
I need natures gifts to get high.

I hear an owl singing my song,
he knows my name and where from
I came. It's a sad wavering song
but it's mine.

Breathe in the flowers perfume,
smell the green of the woods,
Wait for the first light of day,
and the first bird song.