Feeling the warmth of the sun.
Cold winter air, giving you goosebumps.

Scattered amongst the water bed.
Even in the singing of trees.
You exist everywhere but in me.

Original canvases that a painter would die for.
You... They call you; pure, nice, beautiful, awesome, yin and yang, chakra, mana, force, light vain, ki.
But widely you're known as "life"

We we're close together, you and i
But now people only talk about me, when you give up on them.

But it's fine, at least after they spend the little time they have with you.
I embrace them forever.