Drown in Devotion

All else would drown in my flooding devotion
But not here
So broad and vast are these hills
That I can freely open the dams of my heart
Weeping at the beauty of a love so pure
And my tears are met in kind
Here, the Oaks touch their roots
Into my reverence that trickles underground
Here, the crowned sparrows dance and sing
In my adoration that puddles in pools
Here, the hawk stretches his broad wings 
Through my affection that vapors into clouds
Here, my love just flows