I sit and watch your power, your beauty,
your wildness, your might.
You have strength, independence, freedom.
No one tames you, manipulates you;
your will is your own.
You work with the wind and the moon,
You love the way they make you move.
Watching you lifts me high,
makes me sing;
and we have a common tide
you and I,
expanding and contracting,
inhaling and exhaling;
the very motion of
life.
11th February 2002