That Which Is Dear

Fireflies on a summer's eve

That Which Is Dear

That which is dear
is not of riches or fame.
That which is dear
is more wondrous:

The giggle of a child

The sigh of a lover

Sunrises on snow-capped mountains

Sunsets on glass-smooth seas

Fireflies on a summer's eve

leaves crackling on a crisp, fall morn

Spring buds

falling snow.

That which is dear
holds for all time.