Me and a friend were talking
They asked me
“Is there anything as radiant as the moon?”
I paused
Felt the muscles around my lips spasm and answered
“There is”

We continued walking
They asked me
“Is there anything more blinding than that blistering sun above us?”
I stopped
Felt my pores open their floodgates and answered
“There is, and just as fiery too”

We stopped by a pier and watched as the waves rolled in
They asked me
“Is there anything as gentle as the rocking of those ocean waves?”
I closed my eyes
Felt the sea breeze scent mark me and answered
“There is, and it’s a sight to see”

We said our goodbyes for the evening
But before they left, they asked me
“Are you sure that there is something that is even more radiant, blinding and gentle as mother Gaia?”
I took their hand, clasped it with my own and answered
“There is, and when it grips your soul with its feathered touch, Only then will you understand.”