Hands That Still Nurture
in many splendid seas
and in many rapturous lands
but no one else has your rhythms,
Only you captivate the harmony from jaded birds.
Only you bring shade from green forests.
You are pure like a sleepless swan,
true like an undulant river.
You give love like an endless horizon,
you are the feathers that blanket my soul.
You are divine, golden, full.
And your emerald hands continue to nurture me.