Even on a cloudy day it radiates splendor
The floors are spotless, and the windows
are sparkling, for one to see clearly
It is a modest house, yet it houses such wonders
I feel such comfort when I enter, insulated from the cold
The hearth is warm, and so is the welcome
For we gather with others who hail from
Near and far. From the old continent, to the new world
and home grown too. We embrace and feel much kinship
As we seat to break bread, famished for nourishment
A few times, I've walked through your garden
A feeling of rapture unexpectedly surged
It's as if the flowers and trees whispered
to me, In a forgotten language, I strive to recall
Yet like sign language, I get the gist of what's involved
The last time I lost myself in your garden,
I found profound serenity. I sat on the grass in a secluded
corner, fragrant with flowers and foliage, to simply enjoy
I thought for a moment, what I could do for you in return?
As I looked over to the house and felt the vigilant presence
Then I knew! I leaned to my right side
To place my face closer to the grass, and allowed
One tear to irrigate your soil. I felt one with
the earth, to which one day my body will return
Then I recalled, isn't everything intricately connected?
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