Oh, dearest Earth, my first Valentine,
your breath stirs the morning sky,
your rivers write love letters in the sand,
your forests dance to the music of the wind.
With every sunrise, you offer gifts-
golden light spilling over the hills,
petals unfolding in soft devotion,
oceans cradling the whispers of time.
Yet, too often, we take and forget,
walking heavy, leaving scars,
forgetting that love is not just words
but the tenderness of our touch.
So today, we remember-
you are our Valentine, now and always,
deserving of care, of kindness,
of a love that nurtures as you do.
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