I want mountains of dirt,
and hills of stones
and mounds of knowledge
in books, great tomes
I want patience (for you)
- and ease of speech
I want thoughts to chew
I want students to teach
I want people that know
- and arms that reach
I want oceans of water
and seas of colour
and rivers of time
carving valleys with fervour
I want nothing below
I want nothing above
I want hope, and grace,
but I’ll settle for love.