In the view.

I miss thee in spring when blossom's form
And the bees are at their best, I walk the way with tenderness my heart still beats inside your chest

And like the birds who sing of hope, when morning brings the rain

I think of the as often, and wish to see you again

So as the light begins to soften, and those pastels come out to play

My eyes they view the prettiness, come the ending of the day

And as it sets across the sky, my heart it pounds there true

Because my eyes, met the skies and found you in the view.