A fragile shell, this
earthly sphere,
A fleeting moment,
held so dear.
A transient stay, a
whispered plea,
For service rendered,
wild and free.
The rent we owe, a
debt untold,
Not measured in gold,
but hearts of old.
A kindness shown, a
gentle hand,
A helping word, across
the land.
For in this dance, of
joy and strife,
We find our worth,
ignite our life.
Empathy's flame, a
guiding light,
Illuminating darkest
night.
To mend a tear, a
whispered prayer,
To ease a burden,
banish care.
These acts of grace,
this selfless art,
The rent we pay,
within the heart.
For in the giving, we
receive,
A boundless joy, a
truth we weave.
A tapestry of love and
grace,
This earthly home, a
sacred space.
So lend a hand, a
listening ear,
The rent is paid, year
after year.
For service true, a
noble quest,
This earthly room, a
love possessed.
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