I press on the earth & it presses back.
We are in harmony today.
Some days — we do not see eye to eye.
Respect sometimes lost. Mostly gained.
Forever filling the cookie jar of mutual admiration.
By the time it’s almost full - it’s time to say goodbye.
Are the treats wasted on the old?
No, it’s the gathering of them that’s the thrill.
We are coy in our joy of the struggle.