Love,
Love,
for trees that dance endlessly with the winds
Love,
for the little houses bulit of sticks and leaves
Love,
for water that falls from the sky and runs to the sea
Love,
for birds that fly to places you'll never reach
Love,
for clouds that stroll in the sky on a spring day
Love,
for the cracks in the concrete that are forgotten
Love,
for those who were here, but life forced them to move on to other places
Love,
for people far and near
Love,
for what was and what will be,
Love,
for you and me.
