The Roots of Us
In every dawn, your laughter is the light, That breaks the shadows of the fading night. A gentle anchor in the shifting tide, My safest harbor where my fears subside. With every year, the roots grow deeper still, Through quiet valleys and the highest hill. No need for grand designs or words of art, You hold the silent rhythm of my heart. So let the seasons change and time rush on, My love remains when all the days are gone. A simple truth I promise and renew: My favorite place is anywhere with you.
