You

The meadow may claim the meandering brook
As it chatters on to the sea
It holds the fern-brimmed bank, the bird
The wild crab-apple tree
And over its lap the breezes croon
A lonesome melody

The sky may boast of thunder-cloud
Or clouds like wooly sheep
The glorious shades of heaven spills
Across celestial deeps
Its moon and stars may serenade
The earth while children sleep

The tree may claim its leafy crown
The sea a vault of blue
The flower boasts its rare perfume
And every brilliant hue
But I will never envy them
For I’ve got you

Janet~