love of nature vs nature of love

t Is So Easy to Forget How much the world is trying To love you. The cat, Rude at 3 a.m., Kneads her affection into your ribs With every purr. Your mother, Tired but present, Listens longer than she has to. Again. A family on a long trail Pushing a wheelchair With patience braided into their strides. Even the deer- All wide-eyed and whisper-soft- Move as one. They know something about devotion That we sometimes forget. And your body? It labors- Sometimes against your own wishes- Without applause. A symphony of survival: Heart, lungs, burning muscles. All for you. Love is not loud. It is not always pretty. But it is close. It is constant. So tell me your hopes, thoughts, dreams. I’ll show you mine. And in the meantime: The cat purrs. The mother worries. The family walks. The deer vanish into trees. Your body lives.