Arrows point in four directions
Calibrating wind and distant wrath
It spins and turns, yet makes me wonder
Which direction is my heart's true path

Could love be true
No matter where I go
The arrow atop my weathervane
Needs to know

The countryside is wide and vast
An immense horizontal palne
Certain weather creates romanticism
Like a silent starry night or a gentle thunderous rain

The sun's glow is so engaging
When dusk keeps the night at bay
Loving feelings ignite the spirit
During that magical time...