With summer’s green a garland o’er
The fields and trees that greet mine eyes
I sit and drink from nature’s cup
A feast of life enriched by sun
Morning's rise of misted pearls
All lifted to the clouds on high
Greets the life that busies forth
A fresh new day has just begun
And as we watch light's passage through
the filtered trees and 'cross the sky
We dive with swallows, dip with swifts
And play with fox cubs as they run
And then in rest we dream and drift
A' sheltered in the earthen glens
With joy entrapped in rapture’s snare
In beauteous web by nature spun
Until with flames the sky is brushed
and evening cools the lambent air
The bobbing path of lanterns glow
and so back home, the day is done
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
