When I think of you,
I imagine deep, red sunsets.
A beautiful addition to an open sky,
Always beautiful when it meets the eye.
When I think of you,
I imagine rolling, grassy plains.
Whispering knowledge to hear,
Tenderness when it meets the ear.
When I think of you,
I imagine strong, working hands.
Pulling weeds and planting trees,
Scratching up your knees.
When I think of you,
I imagine snowy, white clouds.
Softness dotting the open sky,
Way up, up so high.
When I think of you,
I imagine the night sky,
Full of sparkling, shooting stars,
Twinkling up in the sky so far.
When I think of you,
I imagine the sun.
Brilliant and circular,
A big ball of coppery fire.
When I think of you,
I imagine he moon.
A milky, luminescent dot,
Moving like a graceful moth.
When I think of you,
I imagine the ocean.
A secret deep and dark,
Whispering as silent as harp.
When I think of you,
I think of all these things.
Bringing joy and pleasure to mind,
And teach me all about life.
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