can feel that when I look to you, you are looking back. The green of your eyes piercing through in stark contrast to the blue of theirs. Do you feel me, too? Do you feel my throbbing heart of love springing forth, wanting to embrace you through all facets of mind and heart? My fingers wanting to twirl around the yellow rays passing through you. My hands wanting to praise every atom that make up your body, and point to the hundred years you have been giving - selflessly giving. Your roots are origin to many, your falling locks are shade to us, and your core is testament to the truth of the spirit. A steadfast and unwavering nucleus of purpose. You are a display of growth that is strong, peerless in nature, and stretching towards the Sun. Only in the path of the Sun.

You interlock your hands with your neighbours, and you join your legs with all around to form an interconnected web of unity, solidarity, support, and supplement. 

Oh giving one - how selfless you are, how purposeful you stand, how loud your silent sways speak. I hear you, giving one. And I look up to you, yearning to follow in your path.