Has the River ever told the raincloud of its love?
Has the Wind ever told the ocean of its love
as it blows on by creating ripples on the surface?
Have the Trees confessed of their affection
to the honey-gold orb of warmth and care?
Has Gaia confessed her undying devotion
to the center of her orbit?
Has the Soil ever whispered loving words
to the farmer's drops of salty beads of sweat
as they kiss the ground with a splash?
Has the dolphin ever confessed its love
to the salty glistening spray of sea water
as it somersaults out of the water?
Has the parched and ignorant mind ever
whispered sweet nothings to the first drops of wisdom
as they trickle in through the senses?
Has the ascetic monk ever seen through
the veil of religion to realize her love for God?
Has the Heat of passion ever sung paeans
of their love for the warmth and comfort of Love?
