Monday, January 12, 2009

The Maple Tree

I opened my window at midnight and
A cool breeze enters, bringing me much delight
A full moon shinning above, casting down its radiant light

In the day, my wandering mind is yearning to settle
Strolling along I came upon a rose, fresh in bloom
Oh, it was adorned with many beautiful petals

Sitting quietly under a lush maple tree
I ponder the paths of life for which I have chosen
And In the cool of the shade I feel utterly free

A melody is musing deep within my mind
A tune so rapturous none could ever find
No fetters or shackles strong enough to bind
Rejoicing peacefully at words spoken so kind

Not to be marred or swayed by promises broken
A listening ear is always a treasured token
Let me laugh a little,
let my cry a little,
and let me sing a little
if not, my beating heart will simmer;
turning frail, bruised and brittle.

After a noon stroll in summer’s country grandeur
Taking in all her wonders and blessed splendor
I retreat back to that lush maple tree
I lean against her sturdy trunk, tilt my hat and close my eyes
I fall asleep and dream, dream that this day will never end.

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