When Everything is Well

in a little sun filled gale

there is a wooden swing

it's creaky and it's old, but then

so is everything

it is so dear and pretty

the meadow's filled with bees

there are flowers brushed

by the sun


and everything is well

the air is sweet with clover

and there is a tree above

it's old and it is gentle

yet the bark is rough as dawn


you were there with me one day

I remember in detail

I took your hand in mine

and loved you ever so much


and darling

I still do.