[This is a little old, probably written sometime in 1993.]

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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
  and suddenly,

        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.