What is like overflowing waterfalls and fountains?
What is something that will never un-stain your heart with its color?
Something known to all, regardless of language or life?
Everything mothers make, and children give without much thought?
Well dear heart, it’s called love, and it’s beautiful like a sunrise, graceful like the waves, and calm as a summers breeze.
It carries for miles, over mountains and over oceans, it soars into hearts.
It sings to my soul in the morning birds songs.
And I sing it back to the world in full.