Love and Nature

At dawn, the sky spills gold across the sea,
A tender kiss from night to morning’s grace.
The hush of light unfolds so endlessly,
Revealing dreams in every softened place.

The world exhales, and petals stir with dew,
A newborn cry rings out, a sacred sound.
In tiny hands, the hope of all that’s true—
Life’s perfect circle spinning safe and round.

Yet still, what stirs my soul beyond compare
Is not the sun or child’s angelic sigh,
But how your shadow dances in the air,
The curve of you beneath the waking sky.

Your form, a sculpture carved in living flame,
Both art and earth, both whisper and refrain.
A symphony where flesh and spirit claim
That beauty blooms in joy as well as pain.

I hold each breath, each second that we share,
Like silken threads that stitch my world in place.
In you, the shape of sunrise, love, and prayer—
A masterpiece of light, of life, of grace.

So let the sun rise high and babies sing,
But still, I’ll trace your outline like a hymn,
For you are every dawn, each blossomed thing—
The world’s most lovely, ever-burning limb.

-M (Author of SEETHINGS, downloadable and free for a limited time)