[This is a little old, probably written sometime in 1993.]
I think of the stars in the sky
how lonely they must be,
so far apart from each other.
I think of a candle without a flame,
missing that which makes it whole.
I think of the winter trees with their leaves all gone,
how sad they must feel.
I think about the tumbleweed,
blowing across the open land.
Lost, wandering about, not knowing where to go.
And then I think about you
the stars aren’t so lonely,
the trees aren’t so sad,
the candle shines brightly,
and the tumbleweed…
the tumbleweed isn’t so lost.