Sitting

I could sit here for years  
and not tire of you.  

Every butterfly  
could touch my head  
Every wildflower  
open full  
Every pine cone  
fall by my side  
And I would still want more.  

Every duck  
could float on by  
Every ripple  
travel through  
Every breeze  
mess my hair  
And I would still want more.  

Every bough  
could brush my arm  
Every bird  
chirp its song  
Every dusk  
have it's dawn  
And still...  

I could sit here for years  
and not tire of you.