Bless

to the one that spoke, once upon a time and today.

Every stone from the center of the Earth,
Every bud that drinks sun and rain,
Every star that gazes at itself in the ocean,
Every river that cries as it hurtles itself over rock,
Every tree that runs its fingers through the sky,
Every drop of dew that falls from leaf to leaf,
Every cloud that wisps away under the sun's bright eye
Was spoken of love before we knew it.
So were we.