flight of the butterfly, rising free
Vibrant, voluptuous, such
brilliance in their hues
The artisans spent countless decades
improving the views
My love is the air that kisses the clouds
Riding high above a bustling land
My love is the light that flows from the sun
Bringing life to the roses of the garden
My love is the rain that fills the broad stream
And flows through the valley of joy
My love is the blood that flows through the vein
Of a newborn, a mother, a robin, a tree
My love is forever and constant and pure
Always flowing and growing and true
Breathe, see, drink, feel, and take
My gift, the life-giving fruit of my heart