AMONGST THE TREES
to rest my weary soul a second.
I saw a flutter on the breeze,
and from a branch, an angel beckoned.
I was utterly amazed,
to rest my tiring soul a mile,
above the glory bright ablaze,
between the stars, a slow soft while.
Amongst the trees,
within the breeze,
where angels gladly sing,
of wings and leaves,
and fluttering things,
which whistle in the wind.
Between the leaves, I rest again,
for forever and an hour,
amongst the winters sleet and rain,
within a cold fresh shower.
As I sat between the leaves a while,
those fallen down, decayed,
I found within that cold, my smile,
sat beside the stars displayed.
Amongst the trees,
within the breeze,
where angels gladly sing,
of wings and leaves,
and fluttering things,
which whistle in the wind.
And in forever's night,
I saw the dark fade fast,
and dawn, approaching bright,
a brand new day, at last.
And I no more, by dark was swayed,
in new morn light, I swanned,
upon the bright new warming rays,
where golden wings belong.
Amongst the trees,
within the breeze,
where angels gladly sing,
of wings and leaves,
and fluttering things,
which whistle in the wind.
Whilst I sat within the branches,
I saw the mad, despairing, brings,
hands reach up, with little chances,
of climbing, without wings.
A single storm of many waves,
a crash and smash, which sings,
of sands and seas and battling things,
which rattle in the wind.
Amongst the trees,
within the breeze,
where angels gladly sing,
of bones and leaves,
and church doors creaking,
whistling in the wind.
© 2024 Shoestring Shane
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