Up the Hill

You made me in the shade of you.
I saw you in the made of you.

As the gentle breeze,
You caress me.
As the swaying trees,
You bend me.
And as the windswept leaves,
You stir me.

As the storm cloud weeps,
You empty me.
As the shallow swells,
You restore me.
And as the new, cool grass,
You delight me.

As the sandy shore,
You lure me.
As the rushing stream,
You propel me.
And as the glass-top lake,
You see me.

You made me in the shade of you.
I saw you in the made of you.
And all the while I stayed in you.