He showers me with praise, adoration, hope, and comfort like drops of rain, each one a refreshing reminder of his love.
I can give nothing back to the sky.
Dirt cannot do much.
But, gradually, if the earth is watered enough,
Little bit by little bit.
Maybe.
The trees and flowers and plants could grow into the sky and create a fragrance that is pleasing.
And the wind would sweep me off my feet
Like dust, and maybe
The earth can touch the sky.
