My love for you burrows deep into the rich red soil, down, down, down, into the belly of the earth.

I am the roots, you are the leaves.

My desire is to be safe and protective, unconditional, nurturing.

Unseen, yet hopefully felt, and known, with every fibre of your being

Lasting, eternal, timeless. Gently nurturing you into being.

As you seek nourishment and growth, I feed you, quietly, steadily, without panic or rush.

My being is a knowing. There is no ego in my love, it is a gentle nurturing of the eternal spirit.

Feeding you from the bosom of the earth, conjuring the elements for your eternal growth.

As you sway and move, with limbs growing and falling away, I am there.

In the ferocity of the storm, the cool of the dawn and the magic of the dusk, I am here.

Your growth is my delight.

It is my deepest desire that the seeds from your heart flourish, blossom and disperse, spreading my love through you, into the universe beyond.

The tree of life.