There are many beautiful things
That I hope to see again,
Like the northern lights, the sunrise bright
And the calligraphy of a fountain pen.
Snow glimmering in every direction
After the winter's first snowfall;
Precious gems of diamond and emerald,
Ruby, amethyst, opal.
The wonders of a waterfall,
Flowers blooming once more;
Paintings of Van Gogh or Monet
And waves meeting a sandy shore.
The trees within a forest
Whose fresh air can almost be smelled;
Our reflections in the clear lake,
My hand being held.
Rain as it hits the pavement,
Or an ocean so very blue;
Fireworks exploding, campfire crackling,
The sunset, and you.