when i feel as a storm-tossed sea,
your presence calms me,
a safe harbor for my soul,
when the waves of this world grow unruly.
when i am warm,
it nurtures me,
a cherished seed,
carefully enfolded in the soil, waiting to grow.
when i am cold,
it lifts me,
like the golden rays of the sun,
gently inviting the sunflower to face its glory.
when i am hot,
it refreshes me,
like the crystal waters of a new mountain stream,
beckoning to a weary traveler.
when you are gone
i am lost . . .
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