(Rough Draft)

Said the Sky to the Earth; “Do you know what you’re worth?
You are more than the mirth that you give. 
You are strong and refined; you’re determined and kind, 
and it’d serve to remind you of all that you did. 
Through hard work and toil; you have nourished the soil
You’ve turned rock, sand and oil into bone.
You have planted the seeds which have grown into trees
Which now sway in my breeze; yes, you’ve made this a home.

“Oh, the things we’ve endured have shaped canyons and fjords,
But what’s more we’re inured to the pain.
You're stubborn and proud, while I bluster too loud, 
and my tempests can drown you in torrents of rain.
Yet for all of our faults, and our wounds packed with salt,
All these fractures result in our boon:
Yes, our marriage is strong, and our union life-long.
And together our song quells earthquakes and typhoons.

“So for now, let us dance in our springtime romance
And let circumstance say what we do. 
I will water your fields, and the sprouts--when revealed--
They will bring forth a yield that will flourish anew.
Yet when the sun fades and I turn cold and grey
And your soil in the shade’s rimed with frost.
Through winter and snow, my betrothed, this I know:
That our love will still grow. It will never be lost.”

Said the Sky to the Earth; “Do you know what you’re worth?
I am glad for your birth and your life. 
We have chosen to be with each other 
and see all the forests and trees;
fill the oceans and seas;
tend the sheep and the bees;
Yes, I’m glad you’re my wife.”

Andreas Moffett