Registry

"The surveyor's tape, a hopeful string,
Marks out the boundaries of my dream.
A silent promise, a future to bring,
Beside a slow and winding stream.
The deeds are signed, the papers bright,
A heavy price, a weighty trust.
I hold the promise of the light,
And roots that grow from fertile dust.
My hands now know the feel of soil,
A legacy, not just a space.
The endless effort, hopeful toil,
To find a home, a rightful place.
This patch of earth, a new-found friend,
May hold the laughter of my kin.
A life begun, a story's end,
Where a new chapter can begin."