Dream Home
If only I could build a home,
on forest land that wasn't owned,
I'd build it by the rivers edge,
enough away, above a ledge.
I’d choose a spot with lots of trees,
that stand like guardians to the breeze,
in coexistence to assure,
with lots of wildlife to be sure.
I’d grow my food that I would share,
and during harvest, say a prayer,
look up to stars and then immerse,
give thanks to God and universe.
I ponder how to make it true,
this dream of mine that I’ve thought through,
before the punch clock steals my prime,
and I’m not left with any time.
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