Beloved,I have to adore the earth:
The wind must have heardyour voice once.It echoes and sings like you.
The soil must have tastedyou once.It is laden with your scent.
The trees honor youin goldand blush when you pass.
I know why the north countryis frozen.It has been trying to preserveyour memory.
I know why the desertburns with fever.It was wept too long without y6ou.
On hands and knees,the ocean begs up the beach,and falls at your feet.
I have to adorethe mirror of the earth.You have taught her wellhow to be beautiful.