Strolling, strolling we are in the meadow: airy nd green
where asters, dahlias, nod and wink passing their green
With him by my side, the hours of dread and fear e g0ne
His blue eyes speak: we e a match in heaven, always green
Dandelion heads fl0at like little parachutes while we walk
he spinning me round nd round in the carpet of g0lds and green
Eyes to eyes meet, no more words from A to Z, we need n0t speak
4 our heartbeats duet in vibrato of love s0 evergreen
Afar we hear thumps of small feet and some thunder laughs,
He and I turn round we behold our kids innocent and green
Father God the author of love along blue feathers
nd yellow smile is watching over us in that vast green