You are an oasis of the ecosystem. A temple of life.
You nurture creatures of all kind and do not judge.
We have met in other unfortunate situations as well … not the brightest cases.
You are patience.
You are the lesson, and the master who teaches the lesson.
You are shelter. I feel safe with you.
You are the way.
You are hope.
You are sacrifice.
You are a parent, and an inner child growing.
I keep my clothes in a mahogany version of you. Thank you, although I didn’t ask, and you didn’t ask.
You are humble, and at the same time, glorious.
If you could speak, what would you say? I wonder. What horrors and beauties have you witnessed?
What is time for you?
You are THE air. I can sometimes feel you in my lungs.
We don’t treat you the way you deserve. I don’t treat you the way you deserve.
Forgive us. Forgive me.
You are love, and I love you the way you are: raw, wild, free, urban, bohemian.