Walking Through the Shadows

You once told me that nature senses,
I have always wondered what you mean by that,
Do the trees sense the lumberjacks coming in the morning,
Do the rocks know when the storms gonna hit,
I don't really care so long as I have you in my arms,
Even though your skin is the perfect shade of porcelain,
And pain has been etched into long lines down my body,
I know that you still love me for who I am not what I am,
Even if the color of my skin is faded pink on those lines.