By: Michael Young

Colored by Spring, warmed by summer, painted by autumn, chilled by winter.

That which I perceive is nature.

Cursed at birth, this world begins, Blessed in death, when we find peace.

That which I perceive is life.

Great and powerful, good and evil, all and nothing, God.

That which I perceive is Love.

Rolling hills, flowing streams, glistening meadows, Softness, beauty and grace.  Gentle in anger, harsh in peace.  Beckoning and denying, laughing while crying, innocent regardless of experience.  Woman, child lover, rival and friend.  That for which my life craves!

That which I perceive is You!