At times, I wonder, if the elements, of my life, know just how much, I love you and just how much, that I, need you and just, as much, to be able, to survive, for I wonder, does the wind, know that when, it brushes, past my body, that I, can imagine, it is your caress, that is holding, tightly to me and i wonder, does the air know, that I, need to breathe, your essence and I wonder, does the sun, know that the heat, of its fire, is the...