You are the vine, roping me tight
holding my limbs when I put up a fight.
You are the tree, grounding my soul
I tried not to let you but my heart you stole.
You are the tear, falling from my eye
when I have no answer for my why.
You are the moon, lighting my darkness
showing me peace in all its starkness.
You are the sun, warming my heart
letting me know we will never part.
You are the song, ringing in my ear
calming my sadness, tabling my fear.
You are the wind, washing over me
keeping my spirit open and letting me be free.
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