The mountains envy not,
of the coalescing clouds,
For he loves her little raindrops dearly,
And nurtures it into a heavenly waterfall.

The shores abhor not,
The Devouring tides of the blue ocean ,
For he forgives every mistake
his lover;The moon commits.

The river weary not,
In the search for his lovers depths,
For he loves her piquant nature,
And her incessantly persistent waves .

The bee exasperated not,
Of the rose’s dearth of nectar,
For he found pleasure in caressing
her delicate petals and thorns.

The sun enraged not,
Over the distance that separates them,
For he always finds a way,
To bring light to the moon.