There She is

There she stands, as the red rose stands out from dead ones on the bush of roses;
There she speaks, as the wooden wind chime sings in the breeze of summer;
There she sees, as the sun sets its eye upon the green clovers and warms them;
There she laughs, as the ice cold water splashes upon my face at morning;
There she smiles, as the bright orange hummingbird soars into the sky;
There she believes, as the little garden ant carries a pea;
There she kisses me, as the sweet golden honey touches my lips;
There she is, the one who is always there for me;
Her name is Tay, who is the apple in my eye.