A cloud that rolls and gathers in the sky
Its exactness has no kin
A crashing wave that breaks upon the sand
Though millions fall none are twin
The falling snow flakes upon the hill and dale
We catch within our hand, alike, no two
And when the rain drops make ripples in a pond
Each different than the others that we view
Of all events that nature plays before our eyes
We find, to us, the very best of all
The moments we spend in sharing our memories
Of time we spent In love’s sweet call