You are the water, in the endless spring
The inspiration, that gives birds the will to sing
You are the gentle healer, that takes away the pain
The only covered shelter, from the pouring rain

You are the wind, that gentle blowing breeze
The frost in the morning, on an early winter freeze

You are the ripened fruit, that grows upon the vine
The fertile bunch of grapes, that are pressed into wine

You are the passion, those salty beads of sweat
The red in the sky, when the sun begins to set
You are autumn leaves that fall from the trees
The sweet flower nectar, the honey made from bees

You are the summer, the heat at high noon
The stars at night, a full romantic moon
You are a painting, the finest work of art
The blood that flows, through my beating heart