Looking up to find the clouds
Beyond the waving
canopy.
The sparseness of
the pale blue sky
Sparkles there
among the leaves
With beams of
brilliant sunlight
Dancing here and
there, to and fro,
Reminders of a
distant dream,
A memory from long
ago.
Sheltering in
blissful peace
I hear the robin
sing my name.
In language
foreign to my ear
But crisp and
certain just the same.
He does not mock or
judge me here
Among the giants
where I rove.
He knows the
secrets undiscovered
Here among his
treasure trove.
And I bear happy
witness to
The miracles and
ecstasies
That one may only
truly find
Waiting here among
the trees.
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