Love, insistent on its course,
Gathers birds, and clouds, and waves,
With its gentle kind of force.

This is just how love behaves:
Whispered songs across the the sound,
Words and music each heart craves.

Can it all our fears confound?
Yes, it does, and will, when we
Look inside, and not around

Clearing space, so we can see
Sunset gathering of power:
How that happens, gradually.

Love, that brings to life the hour,
Is a constant, flowing, force:
Sun and water, helping each soul

Flower