There is a love opportunity as long as you keep your dirty laundry in private or there could be separations.
Those eggs you place in your basket are those of anothers, literally from one basket to another. Suppose it is a case of live and learn from love.
The light can be seen shining through like the sun beaming inbetween the two masts of this ship sailing in, as long as you do not mind it being for piracy.
Certainly have you scratching your head with this one, then again you are hidden and the only love to show is through the skin of your teeth. Also this some one so too is coming forward as someone else from some other place.
In the forest; cropped fields now harvested and the crop fairy, someone new, is taken back by the strong breeze blowing across. That he grabs some seeds and holds them into the air to blow in the wind and scatter to another place. While the work is being done those for a slow start come plodding along where there is no need, the work is done.
In the stones; will have to drag them by the scruff of their neck while under their fathers roof, to watch them grow and play will have plenty to write about, a love who shines a light upon their joyful memories kicks up some dust for some others words.
Ezekiel Ch.43:V.23 "When thou hast made an end of cleansing it, thou shalt offer a young bullock without blemish, and a ram out of the flock without blemish."