Wet grass and the cascading whiff,
Of all encompasing life in verdant sprawl,
Wisened roots to gentrify in truer sense,
Lowly paths to watch ascending arches,
Leaves and moss to drape the land in pearls.

Blessed Well, my near comforter,
Refresh me now I thirst for you,
My soul is quenched by no other,
I'm parched without...