A Song That Lingers

 

The wind was singing in the trees,
A soft and gentle song,
I could not help myself at all,
I had to sing along.
 
I filled my song with the same joy
I heard rustling the trees,
And dancing with the lavender
That swayed in the soft breeze.
 
That breeze has settled and is gone,
But, though its song has stilled,
I feel that same joy lingering
Within this heart it filled.
 
Some precious moments never fade,
They tarry, sweet and bright.
Such as a breeze, dancing with joy,
That still brings me delight!