You are the good brown earth.
Among the shifting sands of my uncertain world,
The strong spreading roots
In my rootless wanderings.
In robes of brown and green
You’re the dearest woman I have ever seen.
You’ll never be a gaudy bird of Paradise,
But I can depend on you to be gentle and wise….
And I see you often in my dreams
Your quiet smile embracing
My sadness defacing
Enveloping all the days of my life
Happy and sad.