Poem to the One in Nature

There is a presence in the wood
which rises as I step -
the wind which speaks in the flowers.

It is the voice of my Lover,
who dwells in every instant,
who glows in each mote of the sunlight.

He speaks to me in disguises, in spirits of trees and birds,
and though he knows I will forget,
He makes an audacious promise:

"I will always be with you."