Easy love
"What do you love?"
A still, small voice asked me
One day as I walked through the forest.
"Oh, " I said, "I love the trees."
"How do you love them?" Asked the voice.
"It is easy. I walk among them and sit at their roots and breathe their air."
"Walk with Me." Said the voice. "And sit at My feet. And breathe My air. It is easy."