Feel your presence 

When the sting of the early winter would wilt
Under the warmth of the soft quilt,
I could feel your presence.

When the Sun broke out bright
To dispel the misty morning light,
I could feel your presence.

When the dropping leaves from this tall tree
Get replaced with myriad flowers pink in glee,
I could feel your presence.

When the poor boy’s face lit up in smile
Amidst the widespread misery and guile
I could feel your presence.

So far you are,
Yet so much closer.