We don't know who these two unshorn hippie love children are. Nor do we know where it was in the wide world that they found the wind's cool verse and the water's tinkling melody. Nor, for that matter, do we know why the nature of the wind and water are reserved for a postscript of all things—as if we, the dearly beloved of their gaze, could ever forget that day.
However, we would be willing to bet that Khalil Gibran was there in some form or fashion (though probably not in a tux) armed with passages like:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of heaven dance between you.
Were these "winds of heaven" the poetry that Betsy and Michael felt on that day in the woods oh so long ago? Probably so. And as the P&PC Office is on the verge, this very week, of celebrating 12 years of being hitched, there's really only one thing we can say: Right On.