Good In Every Thing

There's something in the sky that sings to me
A tune I cannot trace, and yet I know.
It sings of summer and the sunlit glow
Of water washing beaches peacefully,
Of spring and new buds pushing up to see
A world just liberated from the snow,
Of autumn and the winter wheat we sow,
Of winter and the hidden greenery
That longs to show itself. But most of all
The clouds and blue between them sing a song
I recognize unspoken in my soul;
A melody that touches on another fall,
One I have longed for, whether right or wrong:
Of you, and how you make me finally whole.