We turn not older with years, but newer every day. - Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

ما شاهدت المرج قبلا ما أ ريت البحر يوم اً
لكني أدركت شكل العشب
وصوت الموج دوم اً .
لا أ ريت وجه الإله
ولا حتى زرته في عليائه
لكني اعرف تماما موقعها (أي المرج والبحر)
كأنّ احدهم أعطاني رسم اً لها .

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.