Born into a bauble, from
What we call pain and we call love
A harvest here, a famine there
Nested in your timely cove.

Where flesh and forest give us walls
For summer or for frost.
And tousled from the ether there,
A city built on science.

We'll call this city Brotherhood
And Masons know it best--
That brick and mortar make good neighbors,
Pray it stands the test.

I'll craft a heart to love you well
But need I even mention?
From there inside your tink'ring world
You are your own invention.

For Love is just Necessity--
One of her many forms.
And I feel that Nature's playing, here
Some legendary game.