As You Like It
Like Shakespeare we shall carve
On every tree an iambic access to our thoughts
And like a cave, its entrance hid by stones
And transient leaves, its mysteries so deep and wide,
Its history obscure as some primordial dream,
It may take a lifetime to clarify.
But when the light of truth is shown upon its walls,
So filled with present laughter and past day’s tears
That you shall see this as a gallery
Of artistry and fervor, and a sanctuary for our love.
Weary, but still bubbly and enthused,
This human forest of celebration portrays
That every feeling here enclosed is a volcanic pool,
That speaks its needs with tremors from the depths.