When the wind is blowing just right, I can feel your presence, and I'm not quite so empty inside. The leaves on the trees rustle just slightly, some falling to the ground, some creating a rippling effect as they mix and mingle, come together and move apart.

When the wind blows just right, a poplar tree becomes the single most beautiful thing in the world, at least in my eyes. I've often thought to myself that the day I find someone who can see what I see in the leaves of a poplar tree, as the wind causes them to flutter and frolic amongst themselves, will be the same day that I find my one true soul mate. Kind of sappy, hm?