I came to this place, alone and confused
My true love shattered, my trust abused
Dream catchers and dragonflies
Bird feathers and butterflies
I came to this place, bruised and bleeding
And was welcomed into a home of healing
Bright crystals and pixie folk
Aroma candles and incense smoke
I came to this place, and found respite
A sister’s care, a nephew’s delight
Forest walks and playful hours
Lush green plants and cheerful flowers
I came to this place, exiled refugee
And discovered here a sanctuary
— Wayne Visser