Wood unvarnished plain and mild
Held a meal both humble wild
Earthen plates in gentle row
Warmth lit softly in their glow
Not a banquet lined with gold
Not a feast for kings to hold
Only bread and herbal tea
Simple shared humanity
Voices low and honest spoke
Laughter rose without a cloak
Hearts felt fed beyond the plate
Love sat quietly in state
Luxury is not the style
But the feeling for a while
Bare tables feed souls so deep—
Simplicity grows dreams we keep