Face in the reflection,
Please tell me the perfection
Is the same as it was many years ago.

You cannot see my wrinkles
You compliment my dimples.
And when I smile,
You wave to me hello.

You turn into a moonbeam,
A sunset and a lilting stream.
You agree with what I say
And nod agreement.

You resolve a situation,
You are the reflection of creation.
When we disagree,
You know exactly what we meant.

I may not think to thank you.
If I did, you might be surprised.
I know you would turn my appreciation
Into a beautiful sunrise.

To show my appreciation
For your wonderful creation,
I will climb to a low mountain
And shout your praise.

So you may see me in a moonbeam,
Or in a reflection in a quiet stream,
Or in a sudden, glorious, unexpected place.