Touch A Tree

From a collection written a decade ago. Such a beautiful time and place to have been.

Watching leaves dance in the air
wonder if they mind my stare.
Morning sun about to rise,
beautifu unfolds before my eyes.

Day comes and the night sleeps.

Pink clouds floating over pines,
life returns of every kind.
Sun warms and bluejay calls,
horses restless in their stalls.

Day comes and the night sleeps.

Clouds embracing high above,
some call sin some call love.
Time to rise and love again,
feathers stretching out in the wind.

Come my love and walk with me,
Smell a flower touch a tree.