Is in the rays of the setting sun,
in the particles of the ocean sand.
It’s in the moon shinning bright at night,
in the water flowing below my feet.
It’s in the hearts beating in rhythm,
in the words carefully written in rhyme.
It’s in the peace calming down the wind,
in this feeling causing whirlwind.
It’s in nature’s way of protecting its resources,
in the rivers flow, running away from its source.
His love is my weakness.
It’s what keep me alive