I fear the earth and what he might do to me.
His tender grass and warm whispers.
I fear my life and what she might say,
Her braided positivity and my crippled negativity.
Despite seeing no green in my house,
He caresses our cheeks with his breath
Suddenly I want to sink in his oceans
Keep life in his sands.
But his wind grows harsh in shaking trees.
His tides turn cryptic flooding with fears.
Loneliness brought by oneself
Suddenly he seems more myself.
I planted nothing in his land
But his soft shade kept the sun from me
And his hands warmed my body.
I love him not in his way,
But certainly more than his mountains,
More than his valleys,
More than his rain,
Even more than life and myself.