“Can love be seen?” asked the girl
Playing with her long silky curls
“Yes it can be” I said
“Bees hovering over a flower bed
A mother caressing her little one
A blind man smiling at the shining
sun
The tides longing to reach for the
moon
Sitting on a tree, the solitary loon
The brook running to meet the sea
Dancing clouds, happy as can be
The plants rooted to the ground
A mother bird, feeding her child the
only grain she found
A dad tickling his little doll
A sister running to her brother’s call
There’s love in everything you see
around you
There’s love in your heart and yes in
mine too”
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