im nostalgia in

this rain purity

is our only

choice scent of

dust in air

takes me back

to childhood how

do we enrich

those who are

poor honey im

proud of my

roots i sprung

from this divine

soil it is

our hands that

create i want

my own land

this sculpture in

memory is not

without pre-established

harmony we are

given our minds

to explore eye

was placed where

one ray of

light should fall

that it might

testify of that

particular ray what

speaks most is

body and mind

what value can

you place on

sight what value

can you place

on thinking all

things seek to

build our faith

we but half

express ourselves and

are ashamed of

that divine idea

each of us

represents all meaning

is within