She is the calmness of night in the burning sunlight The rain falling from clouds that can't hold water Salt of the ocean, stone pulled from wet earth, after the downpour. He is grass growing from broken ground in the field The cedar tree pushing its limbs towards sunshine Clear cold water, cascading down pitted limestone walls, eroding the face. Their love is the world, from which all life springs The beating drum of nature & instinct, intertwined Inorganic love, brittle as cast iron, rusting itself away.