Care for our bodies, our world, our spirit, our identity. Fundamentals of life. Moments, passions shared in pursuit constitute our entity. Under morning stars, reflections of seas curling on trees budding. We can hold our partners hand, quiet affection and appreciation. Whole hearts fill. It is not the hook for nourishment in a pond, Nor a hymn sung by a choir of children, That brings us to that quiet place. Rather our common heritage, hearing nature speak. Can you hear the trees humming, feel their embrace? Smell storm winds over a desert, empty? For me it comes with a peace that awaits hunger, Fed only by sharing honored. Quiet time in a noisy world distracted. The bird still sings of life to fill. The worm dies, the moon is cold. Fundamentals. Partners in care.