A poet entranced
By branches that dance
In summertime.
Lost in rhyme
he walks the same
Woodland path
After sweet rain.
Nature laughs
As branches pour
Forth their store
Of sweet summer rain
A poet entranced
By branches that dance
In summertime.
Lost in rhyme
he walks the same
Woodland path
After sweet rain.
Nature laughs
As branches pour
Forth their store
Of sweet summer rain
Oddly, I just wrote a poem about trees and their healing properties this morning.
That is interesting, Vivienne. Is it online so I can read it?
No. I’m on holiday until Saturday. I’ll post it at the weekend.
I look forward to reading it when you post it.