1. That white hand reached out to me
Bearing hopes and dreams preserved,

2. A gift with no end in sight,
A beginning with no clear start.

3. I accepted and pressed my lips
To where the dew and rain had fallen.

4. As reward, the best that I could give
Were words of thanks and praise unfurled.

5. So I sent along this poem of praise
To thank the hand that gave so well,

6. For though my words may seem but prose,
Arrayed in unadorned apparel,

7. The hand of thanks and accolades
Is grounded earth, while the hand