Every Day...

has a magnificent start to it. The sun rises in the East as Apollo readies his chariot and falls in the West as the four horses grow weary after traveling across the sky.

Would the days be as bright without you my love?

No, no they would not. You make the days that much more brilliant.

One mustn't forget Boreas, Eurus, Notus, and Zephyrus, their unending gusts of winds reaching far and wide across the endless expanse of land and sea.

Would the breezes kiss my cheek so sweetly without you my love?

No, no they would not. You make the breeze feel that much cooler.

Hestia continues to poke the meager sparks into roaring flames day in and day out. Her unending duty to tend the hearth is under appreciated again.

Would the fire in my heart burn as bright without you my love?

No, no it would not. You make the fire burn that much brighter.

Waves lap against the shoreline, they grow stronger and weaker, but are unending. Poseidon needn't stray but far from his true home.

Would the soft sand caress my feet without you my love?

No, no it would not. You make the sand feel that much softer.

The water pours from the sky covering the land and echoing a light pitter-patter on the roofs for all to be heard. Its white noise eases the minds of all. Iris shatters the dreary landscape with rainbows of all magnificent shades.

Would the rain be as soothing without you my love?

No, no it would not. You make the rain just as enjoyable as the sun.