The bountiful all of the ends of it all the variety one sees of leaves and limbs tall and the shades of blue how many can there be and windows
In our eyes how focused become blind to the smallest stem of a clover majestic as an elm the plume of a dandelion a firework for the ant and the hill a mountain for a mole send me a grass blade to be happy I claim
And mean it heartily
I live to love gathering it all and it starts with one small honestly felt touch or kiss.
I love her.
Nature is natural
Love is it all