When, I miss love... (poem)

When, I miss love,
I stretch out on the grass,

I request mother earth earnestly,
to take away all that's not truly mine,

I call upon father sky tearfully,
to protect all that is genuinely mine,

I beg lover breeze smilingly,
to kiss both my cheeks affectionately.

I seek grandpa Sun childishly,
to bless my being with encouragement.

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Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)