This poem will tell you

Where you always can find me

When a gentle wind blows

That’s my hand on your face

When the tree give you shade

That’s my sheltering embrace

When the sun gives you freckles

That’s me tickling my boy

When the rain wets your hair

Those are my tears of joy

When the long grass enfolds you

That’s me holding you tight

When the whippoorwill sing

That’s me whispering goodnight