allowing shadow and light to kiss in the sunset and the dawn.
I love you like the leaf loves the earth on which it rises and falls,
allowing it to sleep with the soil and awaken with the seedlings.
I love you like the ground loves the mist and the air that penetrates its being,
allowing precious morning dew to rise from its depths.
I love you like the tree loves its vines and the roots by which it stands,
allowing us to dance in the coming of the storm.
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