People proud with passion,
Immersed soul deep in the world,
Compelled to exquisite action,
In their hearts affection swirled,
Doing sacred work of earth,
Praising every flower's girth,
Shown the truest path unfurled,
Which disabuses the myth of material worth,
Acquisitiveness and walled enclaves,
Alienate our propensity to love,
Live, give, forgive, in nature,
It's supposed to be our hive,
Towards new day we, meandering, go,
Dreaming, rocking, to and fro,
We waltz through the flowering universe,
I communicate its joys in verse.