Appreciation walks quietly through the forest,

Lost in wonder.

She is a gentle soul, easily moved
By the beauty that surrounds her.

She wears a simple dress and sandals,
An old and comfortable coat.
She is content to go unadorned.

In her heart she knows that she
Is elegantly dressed beyond measure
By leaves and trees, stars and water,
A thousand glorious things.

The creatures flock to her, drawn by
A mysterious and pervasive goodwill.
And on dark nights they draw courage,
Knowing that she has seen them,
And that she knows them to be well.

Mighty warriors have been struck
Mute and tender by her power.
Though gentle, she speaks
With authority and wisdom.

Reverence and awe are her companions.

And though she thinks of herself as plain,
In the subtleties of her movements
And the depths of her passion,
She is beautiful beyond measure.

— M Moore (1997)

Relating can be a hassle
Even though you love them a passel
You start off real nice
But then you think twice:
Did I make a mistake?
Is there no give and take?

Joy’s hard to find
When you’re losing your mind
It’s hard to know
Which way to go
Things are so fraught
My efforts are naught
How can I make things better?

I heard about this class
And figured… I would pass
But then, I thought again
If there’s any chance to win
I oughta give it a try
There’s lots of reasons why

Much to my surprise
I found love in my partner’s eyes
Now our life’s so sweet
At last I feel complete