“When Nature and Love Are One”

There is a rhythm in nature that reminds me of love.

The way the waves reach for the shore,

how the trees lean toward the light,

and the wind carries whispers from one field to another.

It is all relationship —

one element responding to another.

Nothing in nature exists alone.

The flower needs the sun,

the river needs the rain,

and even the mountain, standing firm,

needs the sky to remind it how high it rises.

When love and its nature are together,

the world breathes in harmony —

every petal, every wing, every tide

moves in balance.

But when they are pulled apart —

when the river is without the rain,

or the light hides from the flower —

everything begins to ache.

The air grows still,

the soil hardens,

and what once was soft becomes absent.

Love, like nature, cannot live in isolation.

It needs exchange —

the giving, the receiving,

the silent understanding that one’s existence

enriches the other.

And perhaps that is the heart of creation itself —

that love, like the seasons, must move,

must touch,

must return again and again

to its source.

When love and nature are one,

the world remembers its breath.

And so do We.

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