Start with a bowl

Sift in flour

Fold with love

Or the batter will be sour

Add some sugar

If you’re feeling sweet

And be gentle

While you beat

Take care while you cook

And put the food on the table

Nourish yourself with kindness

Whenever you are able

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Ferns enthusiastically lay into the grass

While gentle clovers whisper into shady gaps

A lawn too large to meet its potential

But short of the horizon

Short of mystery

But still

Long enough to keep the neighbors strangers