Because Love is Nature
Love — the quintessential value of our times.
You’d love to see it written on a wall,
or spoken softly
to an ear of empathy —
an ear of a lover,
a mother,
or a friend.
Something soft
is asking to be rooted into me.
Wet soil, full of life it is —
as I await the flowers to grow,
day after day,
year after year.
Patience awaits.
Kindness understands
the ever-growing nature of this plant.
A ship sails away.
What if it never comes back?
What if it’s meant to dance with the waves forever —
or wreck,
thousands of feet under?
What has come to be of my love…
I never would have imagined.
I never would’ve guessed
that love can grow
as tall as a vine,
a sequoia,
or the tree from the magic beans —
or sink
as low as the Mariana Trench.
Bless the ocean.
Bless the soil —
the motherly, nurturing soil
that my heart comprises of.
The ocean my heart dwells on.
The ocean my heart lies in.
Like a bubble rising to the top,
love can be realized.
Like a bird flying against the wind,
with powerful aerodynamic wings
bestowed on it by creation —
love can be realized.
Because love can grow underwater.
Because love can reach the sun.
Because love can overcome nature.
Because love IS nature.