The breath that turns the moon and tide,
That paints the clouds across the sky…

The fire that births the sunlit flame,
And knows each galaxy by name…

The breeze that stirs the sleeping tree,
The wave within the endless sea…

The grace that guides both ebb and flow,
And sends you dreams you’ve yet to know…

The scent of rain on waiting ground,
The hush where sacred truths are found…

The meadow’s joy at break of day,
Where light and shadow softly play…

The sky reflected in a stream,
The soil that cradles every dream…

The moon that glows a quiet shine,
With silver wonder in her eyes…

The song the stars have always sung,
Since time and space were ever young…

The soft of grass beneath your feet,
The mountain’s heart in silent beat…

The sunrise blessing every day,
The dawn that will not turn away…

The stillness in the in-between,
The unseen hand in all that’s seen…

Loves you.