Out here beyond the concrete and stale excess,
A certain community evolves like a wind-swept
Gale of unbridled beauty inside natural elegance.
Inside this forest of bush and briar, the green pines,
The essence of pristine glory our mother earth gives
So free is a waiting testament of a spiritual order.
I am a man seeking some solace in my day hoping
I once more can acknowledge how my life will
Evolve like the natural buds of spring in moisture.
Yet in shimmer I am compelled by a silent order exists
That although I suspect is real, still elusive to my
Grasp I believe will still make allowances with love.
I understand the business of honor and pride needs
Tender fantasy to allow each individual penance
A shout upon the rooftops of our key to happy lives.
While solemn I begin to rent a space from the land sacred
To our hearts. I only wish you remarkable delight … always.