You held my hand
I look to the falling rain,
Watching as it tumbles without any rhythm,
Each drop lands where it may,
Each exploding on the ground with passion,
I look to the sun that is high above,
Touching everything it can with light,
Peering through the broken clouds,
Giving warmth to everything in its sight,
I feel the coolness of the spirited breeze,
Traveling in concordance with the streams of the air,
Giving breath it does send a message,
Even though it cannot be seen it is always there,
You are the salts of the water
You are the minerals of the land,
You have been everything I ever wanted in life,
You have honored me with your hand.
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