I finally get around to thinking
about collective joy.

This year, there are many bad
statistics, so I like when you remind me

swans mate for life,
there are 20,000 species of bees,

one day we'll have a backyard with a tree
that all the butterflies will love. Love,

you are synonym for all
these good and gracious things,  

and that you are mine is one
more piece of wonder to hold.