The Elements of Love
Grounded, flowing, and breathing the fire of Love.
Feet firmly planted
To the warmth of Mother Earth
Grounded in her Love.
Flowing with the waves
Moving in and out to sea
Carried in her Love.
Breathing deep and slow
Feeling the air in my lungs
Rejuvenated.
Burning like the sun
Radiating light and life
Flickering in Love.
About the Creator
Arrow Daytree
Lover of music, nature, reading and writing. I’m here to learn, grow, and live life to the fullest.
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