Simple Request

I don't care what you call it.
Roses are eternally sweet
And spring was perfection long before we knew how to say so.
I don't care what you name it,
How you tag this, classify this,
Paint the moment
Of the feeling
That we are not alone.
We have never been apart.
We absorb,
We glow,
We are in a constant state of our own photosynthesis.
We are here
And beyond all of this,
More gigantic and pure than our best nightopias.
Do not name this
Or stumble as I have to confine it to petty, stagnant, mortal definition,
But rather
Bask
Revel
Celebrate
Experience awe
Give thanks
And pass it on.