She is the sea, beautiful and vast, sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent, but always welcoming those who enter it with an embrace. She is the caress the morning wind gives your face when you leave home. She is the soil that lifts you up without you asking, that is simply there for you when you need it, even if you don't realize it. She is the fire that burns in your chest, that leads you to create and act and to spread more and more fire around you. She is energy, pure and alive, nature in its most perfect state. And I consider myself the luckiest man in the world for making her smile.