From craggled L.A. streets and the  din

Where tireless commerce holds a restless sway,

And hurried souls, their inner light grown thin,

Pursue the fleeting phantom of the day.

We fled dear friends, a weary, fractious band

We wished to find where ancient mosses cling,

To find that balm upon the verdant land

And feel the peace that Nature’s graces bring.

‘Midst whispering pines and streams that softly creep…

Our spirits soared, released from worldly strife, 

Strip our City’s cares, replace with sleep

And find a truer, more abundant life.

There, deep within a dappled glade,

Ere shadows lengthened in the afternoon

A sight appeared for which our senses stayed,

A wonder born beneath a hopeful moon.

Not merely blossoms, fragrant, bright, and fair,

Our Unurban Cafe…Serves up Sunday flowers

Living songs suspended in the air

Melodies in timely magic hours 

With petals cupped like notes of purest sound,

Of love and art more precious far than gold.

From sacred roots in consecrated ground.

We sing of passions, buried and untold

The call to follow where heart is always true

Beyond the call of gain, it’s clamor loud.

The inmost art, of self we once but knew,

Ere lost within the city’s restless crowd.

And in their blooming songs, a promise we did hear:

That grace and joy and purpose are so near…

Today we listen, with yearning open ear.

Welcome to the Unurban Enclave…✨