Stately sentinals adorned in uniforms
of green and gold and red
holding fast their places
guarding to the last that still cold lake

And the wind, their ever present lover
with whispered croons and gentle rhythms
coaxes free their clothing
a golden blanket for the ground to make

Lovers standing side by side upon the shore
finding themselves alone in their togetherness
discover that their unity
depends on giving more than they can take

Words pass between two lovers hearts
words that only they can hear
and they embrace and lie upon the sand
as the wind whispers it's love to the trees