The Nature of Love

Rain clings to it's wetness. As the skies lovingly cradles the rain clouds in it's arms. Lightening chases thunders, flowing rivers rushes to tenderly touch it's banks. Trees sway in the braces, of the blowing winds. And leaves fall intimately to meet the ground below. Great mountains stretching it's mighty peaks, caressing the blue skies above. Soaring birds fall in love with the wind beneath it's wings. Sweet melodies beckoning, the sweet scent of music to her bed. Winter snows joyously embraces it's white skin. And the night stars, struts like a peacock across the darken canvas of night. And the sun rises to make love to it's light to birth a new day. This is love I say. Love looks into a warming pond, stares at it's beautiful reflection and say to itself this is love I see.