Do you know that love belongs to us as much as the sweet sparrows keep warm from anothers purching breast, As much as the tree leans in to whisper to us on the most star feasting of nights, As much as the seasons are devoted to visitation, As much as a simple grass multiplies its rich green across the sun smothered plains? And what is it that knocks on the doors of our creative memory? Is it our dreamcatchers or is it our hopes? Is love a creation after all, have we created it? The remarkable gaze mother deer has upon her fawn tells us. Love is not created, it is born far beyond our vision and will never be taken away. It is an earth of our own, an awakened planet released from woe. So toward each other like magnets we are nature in love within centers of millions of galaxies. We are reflections of a caress of many species. Love is what we share remotely and will forever.