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Weekly Poems: A Poem About the Environment and More

2009-06-04 00:27:17

WILDERNESS IS ANYTHING BUT WILDWilderness is anything but wild.It is an artifact of modern life.Longing for innocence, we are beguiled,Determined to re virginize our wife.Eons of humanity were there,Resident in each ecology.Nor can we go back further, for nowhereExist the plants and creatures we would see.So we create what never was, a placeSet aside as a reserve for grace.THE HAPPINESS I FEEL AT YOUR ACHIEVEMENTSThe happiness I feel at your achievementsReflects the happiness you feel at mine.Friends expand the pleasures of such moments,As mine in yours, and yours in mine, combine.The same when we look forward to our futures:So much more unfolds when there are two!Populating your proposed adventuresGives me a joy that mine must give to you.Weve been through much, and will be through much more,But traveling together is more fun.Whatever life and love may have in store,Two is always preferable to one.Your graduation thus becomes my pleasure:Your happiness is mine, a double treasure.I LOVE YOUR COOL GREEN EYES AND LIGHT BROWN HAIRI love your cool green eyes and light brown hair.I love the way my fear faints at your touch.I love the way I call you and youre there,Ready to take charge but not too much!I love the way you are a little boyNeeding me to kiss away all pain,And then the jolt of automatic joyWhen you say you love me yet again.I love my anchor in a surging sea,My partner winging through a darkened sky,My pleasure mate who loves to toy with me,My mirror and my goal, my word, my eye.I love the one who lets me live as two.All this you are to me, and I to you.I KNOW ITS ONLY HALF A YEARI know its only half a yearThat you will be away,But it will feel far more than thatEach long and lonely day.A day without a friend is likeA meadow turned to sand,A garden turned to weeds and dust,An ocean far from land.Time enters a slow motion zone,Repeating endlesslyThe tearful grimace of the heartTill you return to me.FATHERS NEED NOT FATHERS BEFathers need not fathers be.All one needs to do is chooseTo love for life, and that embrace,Held long and hard, bestows the graceEach craves. For all in time must lose,Restored alone by memory.So now it is with you and me.JOY IS IN THE SIMPLE THINGSJoy is in the simple things: touching,Embracing, chattering on for hours about nothing,Sure of your place within anothers heart.Simple things: like coming home knowingExactly where the treasure lies; like beingAt ease with what you do and who you are;Needing what you already have; accepting,Desiring what you have been given; feelingThe gratitude of someone who is loved;Investing goodness instead of money; givingFor the pleasure of giving pleasure; seeingFortune come to take you in its arms.All this joy is yours for the price of loving,Not only well but long, days of willing,Years and years of wise and patient love.YOU FEEL THE FORTUNE OF YOUR YEARSYou feel the fortune of your years,I hope. For all your childrens loveThis day must bring you happy tearsAnd thoughts that joyful music prove.I hope, for all your childrens love,There is an island, be it small,And thoughts that joyful music proveBeyond what years you may recall.There is an island, be it small,Amid the passions of the sea,Beyond what years you may recall,Where you in silent grace can be.Amid the passions of the sea,This day must bring you happy tears.Where you in silent grace can be,You feel the fortune of your years.

Author: Nicholas Gordon

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Nicholas Gordon is a poet and the webmaster of the popular poetry site, Poems for Free at http://www.poemsforfree.com.

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Weekly Poems: Wedding Vows and More

2009-05-28 03:30:29

WEDDING VOWSBRIDE: I vow to love you all my life,In sickness and in health,And share your journey through this worldIn poverty or wealth.I vow to give myself to you,To trust you with my life,To be your source of happinessAs lover and as wife.GROOM: I vow to give you all my love,To be your lasting friend,To care for you and comfort youTill time and toil end.I vow to share your happinessAnd sorrow, joy and tears,And be for you the one true thingThat lasts through all your years.BOTH: These vows we make not knowing whatGood times or ill may come,But knowing well what good we want:A joyful, loving home.These vows we make of our free willBefore you all, that weMight know the grace of love that comesTo those who loving be.EACH OF US MUST CLIMB OUR SEPARATE MOUNTAINEach of us must climb our separate mountainTo reach at last our own extended view.We can be no more than what we are,Yet that is quite enough for us to do.The world is far too great for comprehension,And so we only know what we can know.But given the abilities were given,Thats still a long and weary way to go.Yet on the way, how beautiful the moments!How good it feels to have some skill or art!How wonderful to pause in awestruck wonderAt what must fill the unsuspecting heart!And so were proud of each of you todayFor all youve learned, and all youve tried to learn.Knowledge brings the deepest satisfaction,Not least because its something that you earn.A TEENAGE GIRLS FIRST CRUSHA teenage girls first crush is ... well, crushing.Her body isnt hers, nor is her mind.She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing,Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind.And why Because some guy might look her way,Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground;Some special one, for reasons she cant say,Whose voice makes her feel faint when hes around.But now my crush on you has been returned,And so the two of us stand on some brink:It cant be love so young, and yet weve learnedLove does its will, no matter what we think.Slowly, slowly now we mustnt rush:Lets enjoy this first sweet teenage crush.FORGIVE ME IF I COME INTO YOUR BEDForgive me if I come into your bed,Open wounds to read therein your shame,Remove your skin to gaze on naked sorrow,Tear out your heart to substitute my name.You wish, no doubt, to keep your personhead.One we are, and one will be tomorrow;No one is ever utterly unwed.Even strangers are one flesh in joy and pain.FATHERS CAN BE SOLITARY MOUNTAINSFathers can be solitary mountains,All their love rock like, steep, and strong.Though warm and caring, somehow they belongHalfway home to mothers bubbling fountains.Each of us needs love that knows no quarter,Reminding us of bonds that cross a border,Strengthening our sense of right and wrong.THEY SAID WED NEVER MAKE ITThey said wed never make it,But now weve come this far.Today we celebrate our loveAnd honor who we are.We had a hard beginning,Adults before our time.But growing up together madeOur deepest roots entwine.You are my life, my love, my hope,My friend, my world, my song,The mirror of my unseen heart,The place where I belong.And as our one life passes,Through love we live for two:A cornucopia of joyThat we this day renew.BIRTHDAYS ARE AN ANNUAL EXCUSEBirthdays are an annual excuse,A way of saying things we ought to say.Relatively few can sing their loveUnless they do it on some special day.Hearts are shy, and words of little use.But now I want to tell you that I love you,Open up my heart and say the thingsSiblings seldom say to one anotherCause of the embarrassment it brings.However long we live, Ill be with you.

Weekly Poems: A Memorial Day Poem and More

2009-05-21 01:37:43

MAYBE GRIEF NEEDS RITUAL, AS MUSICMaybe grief needs ritual, as musicEmbraces rules that turn sound into song.Maybe if one trusts that one wont lose it,One can turn away, though grief be strong.Reserve, then, days for rituals of mourningIn which one may allow the flood of griefAgain to inundate the heart, restoringLife to deserts thirsting for relief.Dance depends on choreographyAs pain declares its sovereign right to be,Yet performs with grace restrained and brief.TO THE GRADUATE, NO MORE A CHILDTo the graduate, no more a child,On whom these many years my love has shone:Take pleasure in the pleasure of my pride,However much youve managed on your own.Even as you dance upon your stage,Growing ever more endowed with grace,Remember that my love will never change,A place for you beyond all time and place.Do what you will within your own wide world,Understanding in your own wise way:Always know you are my field of wonder,The wild, star strewn moor on which I wander,Even as I honor you today.WE SEPARATED MANY YEARS AGOWe separated many years agoIn anger. He left me with an infant son.I screamed at him for years, I loved him so,But once he faded, my ordeal was done.We both remarried, I to someone good,A man who loves both me and my son well,Who wants our world to be just as it should,Whom I can trust to stay through good or ill.Yet now my ex, though married, says he wants me,Cant forget me, dwells upon my kiss,And suddenly each flare of passion haunts me,And I become aware of what I miss.My husband has no words to praise my beauty,No soft endearments trembling with desire.Because hes so concerned to do his duty,Hes someone who contains his inner fire.My ex is mad to have at any momentWhatever ecstasy excites his lust.His need is an excruciating tormentThat bursts into a joy I cannot trust.Ay, me! I dream of him and am againThe goddess of his fierce and cunning love.I know that he will bring me only pain,Yet all my thoughts and passions towards him move.FRIENDS ARE PRISONERS OF EXPECTATIONFriends are prisoners of expectation,Reflected in the mirror of their need.Instead of being happy on their own,Each knows that one cannot survive alone,Nor think unless another plants the seed.Dependent all for person on relation,So to be fed, must one the other feed.I WANT TO SAY HOW PROUD I AM OF YOUI want to say how proud I am of youThat you have broken free of your addiction.Its something I dont know that I could doWere I so sorely tried by your affliction.My years of growing up were on my own,As you were in the belly of your beast,The two of us indifferent and alone,Most in need of love while loving least.How sad! That you and I have lost those years:I, of childhood, and you, of your only child.But nows the time for joy and not for tears,For you are well, and we are reconciled.Whatever life may bring or time may prove,Know that you will always have my love.FLOWERS SYMBOLIZE UNBRIDLED PASSIONFlowers symbolize unbridled passion,Love, and the attraction lust requires.Of beauty born, they burn with hungry fires,Waiting for the pleasures of possession.Even so may lovers be drawn higher,Rapture melting soon their self obsession,Swept up to tenderness by loves desires.YOUR BIRTHDAY WAS THE DAY WE FIRST WERE USYour birthday was the day we first were us,And so for me it is a day twice blessed.I celebrate my having you twice over:First, that you are you, then that youre mine.I never felt a love so free and fine,So much of me that I am but a lover,So rich and full to crowd out all the rest,The me I was before I turned to us.I am so joyful to be part of us,To be at home with you and not a guest,To celebrate this day and not another,To share with you a common boundary line.

Weekly Poems: A Graduation Poem and More

2009-05-13 23:32:23

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR GRADUATIONCongratulations on your graduation,Opening a door not easily reached!Now go through it: on the other sideGreat mountains become hills, and then just fieldsRolling eastward towards a rising sun.All now is success and celebration,The music of deeds done and barriers breached.Underneath, uncertainties still glideLean and hungry as the sweet day yields,And golden moments through your fingers run.The rock on which you stand is your creation,Illustrating what your teachers preachedOf learning and the provenance of pride.Nor need you fear the wind, as knowledge shieldsSuch as earn it from what storms may come.FRIENDS IN HIGH SCHOOL ARE FOREVER YOUNGFriends in high school are forever young.Unchanged, theyre where you always will belong.The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,The music of the moment always plays,The time remains a field of wistful graceTo which you may return from anyplace.Of course, you may still know them later onWhen you are someone else and years have run;And you may love them dearly, and they you,But time must make their friendship something new.Meanwhile, flourishing within your heartThere is a whole, of which you were a part:A group of friends, one in love and pain,In whom your longing comes alive again.I LOVE YOU WITH ALL I AMI love you with all I amAnd all Ill ever be.You are my moon, my sun and stars,My earth, my sky, my sea.My love for you goes down and downBeneath both life and death,So deep it must remain when IHave drawn my last faint breath.Holding you for months and yearsWill make Time disappear,Will make your lips my lips, your faceMy face, your tear my tear;Will make us one strange personageAll intertwined in bliss,Not man or woman, live or dead Just nothing but a kiss!I WOULD NOT ASK YOU TO FORGETI would not ask you to forgetHow Ive betrayed your trust.Im asking, though, that you forgiveBecause I feel I must.I cant just let our friendship goNor let this silence last.I know I cant undo whats done,But, please, let past be past.Let my mistake be memoryWhere you may keep your pain,While I annihilate this thingIll never do again.And let us once again renewA friendship that is real:Limping, yes, but still alive,With wounds that time can heal.A FATHER AND A DAD ARE NOT THE SAMEA father and a dad are not the same:One can be a dad and not a father,Or one can be a father and not botherTo earn through love the more endearing name.Some find fatherhood a bit too tame,Leaving all the details to the mother,Or dumping the sweet burden on anotherMan with just a passing twinge of shame.You have been our dad so many yearsThat youve become the landscape that is home,The mountain that we look to from afar.No matter where we go were not alone,For you remain within to still our fearsAnd be the word that tells us who we are.CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS SHARE AN INNOCENCEChildhood sweethearts share an innocenceThat, if they marry, lasts them all their lives,An early sacrifice that makes no sense,Save that something beautiful survives.There is the sense that angels would do this,A rightness like a rock before the sea,A hunger for a symbiotic kiss,For love as pure as it was meant to be.And so it is for those who make that choice,Who dare to love so faithfully and longThat each becomes to each a second voice,Transforming merest moments into song.How beautiful first love! Yet better still,A love for life sustained by wish and will.THE SUNLIGHT IS AS PASSIONATE AS FLOWERSThe sunlight is as passionate as flowersBordering the sidewalk of a song.Clouds shape its golden apertures for hours,Shifting with each breeze that comes along.The day becomes a mustard colored sunbeamFalling through the window of your smile.Mystical sensations, headed downstream,Sit upon your windowsill awhile.How beautifully the choir of the mountainsSings to its rapt audience of blue!As dancing down a corridor of fountains,We toss in coins and make this wish for you:Long may you love the loveliness of Earth!And celebrate with joy your day of birth.

Love, the essence of the Universe

2009-05-05 01:37:27

Love is the greatest dictum True Universal Teacher is She ! Love is the greatest Meditation Celestial Deity great is Love ! All Epics & Poesis symbolise Love The essence of the Vedas is She ! All poems extoll Love Love is praised by all Ethics ! Love is the greatest Heaven The never changing principle is She ! She is the greatest Power Love is All in All, the ALL ! Love cognised is Truth In Action, She is Non Violence ! She is the Mover of the Worlds As Feeling, She is Peace ! In the 33rd Canto of the Divina Commedia , Dante sees the essence of the Universe as one perfect Whole and the Whole as nothing but Love. Deeper and deeper he penetrates into the mysteries of the Trinitarian Unity and sees the unchanging glory of the triune Deity and the featured countenance of humanity. The divine Aurobindo wrote Love should never cease to be on the earth Love is the bright link betwixt Earth and Heaven Love is the far Transcendents angel here Love is mans lien on the Absolute ! " Take away Love and the whole world becomes a tomb " said Byron. Also " Flower of the clove ! All the Latin I construe is " Amo ", I love !" The highest quality is Intellectual Love or Amor Intelectualis or Jnana Bhakti. Love cometh from Wisdom. Even though Love is an outpouring of the heart, it is the result of intellectuality. Said Dante " Love is the inevitable consequence of Knowledge ". "To Love Almighty Love is given All things to form and all to bear " said Goethe Universe rises in Love It evolves in Love Love is the Sovereign Power The highest bliss for all is Love ! Love is expansion. Hatred is contraction. Love is Life. Hatred is Death. Love is Positive, hatred is negative ! Who has conquered everything with hatred Love conquers all !

Author: G Kumar

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Article by G Kumar, astrologer, writer & programmer of www.eastrovedica.com. He has 25 years psychic research experience in the esoteric arts. He gives free tips at http://www.eastrovedica.net and stock market investment advice can be got at http://www.stockmarketastrology.com

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Buy Soap Nuts And Go Green!

2009-04-28 01:36:01

Soap nuts or Sapindus are shrubs and small trees that belong to the maple family. They grow in tropical regions. Their crushed seeds are used to make soaps. Found primarily in India, Indonesia and Nepal Soap Nuts are considered to be an excellent alternative to the conventional laundry detergents. The soapnuts are easily harvested. They are de seeded and then sun dried. These are normally organically grown; hence they do not produce harmful effects. They are specifically prescribed to those adults and babies who are prone to allergies, eczema and psoriasis. They have anti microbial properties. This makes them safer for use in the septic tanks and other types of water systems. Since they are biologically degradable, they are environment friendly as compared to the chemical detergents. Usually it is good to use 4 to 5 Soap nuts in a washing machine. Using warm water will bring about enhanced results. However, you may have to add the normal whiteners for extra results. The modern detergents are full of chemicals. These chemicals not only erode the fabric of your cloth, they can also produce rash on your skin. This is because these detergents leave residue on the clothes that does not rinse off completely, which in turn irritates the sensitive skins. On the contrary, the soapnuts are a perfect solution to your problem. They are natural and will never produce harmful effects on your skin. Soap nuts have a variety of applications. They can be used to shampoo your hair. For this, soak the Soap Nuts overnight in water. In the morning before shampooing, strain the soap nuts and obtain clear water. Use this to shampoo your hair. Your hair will become soft and shiny. Buying soapnuts is a remarkable way to contribute your feeling towards a green environment that supports less usage of chemicals. So go green and buy Soapnuts!

Author: John petersons

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The modern chemicals used in detergents are creating health problems in our body. Why not opt for a natural product like soap nuts and protect our future both physically and environmentally. John petersons has been contributing to leading magazines for the past 10 years. He's also an accredited researcher on the subject for leading research institutes in the US.

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Sarajevo (And the Founding of the Over Nation)

2009-04-24 02:24:47

The warm wind sweet with blossoms blows The stink of death from broken spires, Where sunlight spilled by dawn her light alike bestows On poppies in their rows and corpses on the wire. Birdsong lilts where shellfire screamed the night before, Where the earth was torn still grows lifes hardy germ; By rising sun and turning world our woe ignored, By gods too busy with their own concerns. Light the citys shell shocked shadows now dissolves And glints with mimicry of life on sightless eyes In the dead who for a second seem of death absolved But bathing in the sun forever, do not rise. Neighbours, friends and children still lying in the streets In some eternal mockery of peace abide, Who on their final morning wake not from cooling sleep, Their end by shattered limbs and burning flesh contrived. For them the pain is over, their flesh no longer hurts But for we, the cursed survivors, life goes on, A living hell of fire and shell and worse, Wondering who by dusk will next be gone. But now we watch the dawn with dazed surprise, For it seemed the End of Days came in the night And all the world convulsed and shut its eyes, This town a graveyard made, a sepulchre shut tight. Yet nature missed no beat, nor spared a second glance; The day unseemly comes on cue hell bent to mock Lost hope by sweeping through our wake with dance, With banners bright, with joy that falters not. Thus we must rise with aches, our hunger and our fear, For life goes on remorseless even yet, Compelled to watch the day make nothing of despair, Whose smile by contrast sharpens our regret. Regret so it appears has coalesced Into the huddled shapes of human form: A knot of us as if by times reverse regressed To primal fears, to dirt and rags thin worn. Gathered in a basement neath a mound of splintered stone Of a home caved inward like a failing heart, Our sorry band assembled as if commanded to atone For sins not ours by gods whose altars crumbled in the dark. Christian, Moslem, Unbelievers all, we twelve Apostles of a brotherhood drawn by common pain Foreswore the hate whose reasons unrecalled did melt In new resolve that Man made well shall never fail again. In the end are all men in truth defined By their contracts made, by that to which they will agree; And if Man revived will from his woe emerge more fine Then tis new and wiser contracts made shall set him free. For war to thrive good men must mis identify Each the other good men as their foe And false believe them evil, by subterfuge and lie; Such seeds take root, by Satans agents sown. Good to wrongly target good is thus seduced And good devours good, while Satan ever so amused Enjoys the spectacle of blood he so cleverly produced, Where deflected fall the arrows and the barbs his rightful due. But in the end could none of us recall how came we there, Nor name the wrong that earned the other man our hate; When the shell explodes, the reasons for its flight laid bare Reveal their speciousness too late To retract or to regret our folly or turn it back Unexploded to its spiteful breach, Or reverse the tanks that crushed beneath their tracks Hopes that now uncrushed, once more reach The shrivelled kernels of broken hearts With breath of life that doth revive the dead. Yet where the world ended a new world did start, That flouts the logic of our hate and embraces love instead. We swore our oath, we twelve and pledges made To Man and Over Nation, this country we call Earth, That what was shattered shall be made whole again And the death of yesterday shall become tomorrows birth. The Over Nation then was in Sarajevos rubble born, We twelve knights by flex of will a new flame sparked: One world, one nation, one race to this full sworn, To Man, the fire of stars, to the foes of Man, the dark.

Author: Kieron McFadden

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For all my poetry, go to http://www.howdohub.com

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Now to our banners flock....

2009-04-23 02:26:09

Ths is my third sonnet written in the Shakespearian style. Now to our banners flock past comrades lost Who fell to Satans hordes in bygone times, Rusted shields new polished and embossed With half remembered old immortal sign. Our clarion call hath pierced your feral sleep, Immortal spark rekindled where it cooled; Returning to the Cause again we keep Some tryst deaths kiss could not quite overrule. Responding to thintent you kept alive With strength that leaves the rest of us in awe, And kindness that through all dissent survived, The dead informed with life shall rise once more. And rightly will your legend never end Thou Man whom Man could always count his friend.

Author: Kieron McFadden

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For all my free poetry, free articles, free books and much more, go to my home page at http://www.howdohub.com

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Breach Not The Fragile Peace ........

2009-04-23 01:34:22

This is the first of my sonnets, written in the Shakespearian style. Breach not the fragile peace of sleeping men, Admit no light to prize apart their eyes; Let life tiptoe past, should it pass again The shuttered, shadowed fastness of their lives. They shun the sun and wake up in the dark Where freedoms voice doth echo like expire Of truth stamp out in haste its merest spark Lest sparks take hold and light the night with fire. Fling wide the door but be ye not surprised If they should balk, or fight to keep their cage, For safe it seems and homely there inside Those dungeon walls and peaceful as the grave. But even cages rust and walls decay And in the end tis worms shall have their way

Author: Kieron Mcfadden

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For all my poetry,free articles and books, go to http://www.howdohub.com

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Weekly Poems: A Poem for Earth Day and More

2009-04-16 00:31:45

EACH OF US IS LIKE ONE DROP OF RAINEach of us is like one drop of rain,A single splatter on the thirsty sand.Remember, though, that drops fall not alone,The products and producers of a grandHarmony that waters well the plain.Do not think, then, that youre on your own,A tiny drop upon a dying land.You are a storm, whose green fields will remain.GOODBYE, DEAR FRIEND AND GRADUATEGoodbye, dear friend and graduate!Our golden time is over now,Our time of nothing more than time,Days of simply being friends.But I will always treasure howYour love for me slipped into mine,Embracing me where courage ends.BE GENTLE: WHAT YOURE HOLDING IS MY HEARTBe gentle: What youre holding is my heart.Remember in your honesty my pride.If you dont want to see me, please dont hideThe truth, yet tell it with some art.Though you may not have asked for me to call,A single leap of hope must be allowed.Not easily are shy songs sung out loud.Yet now I wait alone outside your wall.YOU WERE MY MOTHER AND MY FRIENDYou were my mother and my friend,Which was unusual.Somehow our characters still blend:Your wisdom and my will.I turned, and you were there for me;I spoke, you understood.I felt cared for, but also free;You loved, and I was good.Im fortunate that I was bornTo someone just like you;I love you still. Though you are gone,You live in what I do.FREEDOM IS A CASUALTY OF LOVINGFreedom is a casualty of loving,As one must freely choose to be unfree,Taking is, instead of what might be,Holding onto essence for dear meaning.Each father ought to be the nearest mountain,Rock solid, unmoving in his passion,Twixt wind and world the will no will can fashion,Sustaining innocence through sheer intention.Depths are in more places than below,As those who dive for melody well know,Yielding memories sunlit and certain.MARRIAGE IS THE UNION OFMarriage is the union ofA greater sum than two in love.Relatives are made by ritesRelating in laws to delights.In bringing families together,A million lives are changed forever.Go then in joy, yourselves to please:Each love shapes many destinies.FOR A MOTHER, A DAUGHTER, A TEACHER, AND A FRIENDFor a mother, a daughter, a teacher, and a friend:In fertile valleys, dreams grow lush and tall.For cultivation, beauty is the end.Though each of many gestures may be small,Years of love and clarity are all.