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From the morning sun, to the morning dew on the grass, all the way to the fog of the night, sparkling under the gaze of the moon and stars..
Beautiful..
The flowers a kid stops to pick for their mom, to the bouquet of flowers a man gets their wife.
The tree used for a tree house as a kid, a tree to cut down and make into beautiful art.
The fire that which burns everything in its path, to the water which drowns everything in its body.
Fire with its every colours, and water with its unique reflection of light and proportions to fit into anything it wants.
A mighty mountian, to which over time Crumbles by the wind and air, which then turns into boulders rolling down the hill side, Now a pebble to sit in a river flowing for years waiting for its destination.. polishing its self and smoothing itself, to finally reach the ocean as sand, and become one with the many unique grains out there, which went through the same transformation.
The way a diamond is made, a worthless rock, slowly heated, then compressed, to make something very valuable.
The diamond, then used to show one anothers love for eachother.
-IJH
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