Her ball of fire never ceases to rise for me,
I trust her everyday,
She juggles the two with perfection,
Her ball of white replaces the fire for me,
And between such mind blowing awesomeness,
A sheet of glass it seems,
Glass with ripples and life swimming beneath,
Life, death, renewal, constant,
Her ebb and flow, her to and fro,
Pushing then pulling the tides for me,
Her changing moods, her four main cycles,
All for me, all for me....
And you