Embrace of the Mother Tree
In whispers green, her branches weave,
A tapestry of life, where dreams believe.
Nurturing roots in earth’s embrace,
Guarding tender hearts, our sacred space.
AS my Family and I camped out top of NJ. Unbeknownst to them the danger that existed round, I kept silent, but my anger showed through, not towards them but on them, none the less.
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school boys and sour…