burning red like passion/ the weeping willow grows/ shading the earth below it and soothing the emerald grass/ open feilds of golden canes roll in the distance/ as the petals of roses rain down in millions of colors outside this shadowed cove/ a ribbon of silver water streams along the edge of the feild/ the sapphire sky blinks with waking diamonds/ but all this beauty doesn't mean a thing/ when your hand is in mine.