All of God's Creation has its own form of life-ing..maybe not as humans but then many humans are not particularly god like in their behavior, manners or ways of being..Nature and the animal kingdom seem to know and act more god like than many people...
The Tree
I watch the tree it talks to me
Veins runs up and down its bark
Through which the sap of life
Doth seep
Veins runs up and down its bark
Through which the sap of life
Doth seep
It tells me of its ancient age
Long before I walked this earth
Then it was young and fancy free
Green buds covering all
Sunbeams dappled through its leaves
Shades from gold to brown were weaved
The tree fairy spoke to me
Then it was young and fancy free
Green buds covering all
Sunbeams dappled through its leaves
Shades from gold to brown were weaved
The tree fairy spoke to me
Loving
Thank you she said for how you care
And run your fingers through my hair
Touch my branches lovingly
Caress my trunk so gentely
Whisperings indiscernable to most
Yet so melodic were for me
Listened I with baited breath
For magic coming forth it be
And run your fingers through my hair
Touch my branches lovingly
Caress my trunk so gentely
Whisperings indiscernable to most
Yet so melodic were for me
Listened I with baited breath
For magic coming forth it be
The Arrival
Memories of forgotten dreams
Distant now as they do seem
Filter through on gauzy wings
Waiting to be seen
Into the Kingdom of Trees She came
Queen of Fairies Tatiana named
Magic streaming through Her wand
Brought gasps of delight from everyone
Distant now as they do seem
Filter through on gauzy wings
Waiting to be seen
Into the Kingdom of Trees She came
Queen of Fairies Tatiana named
Magic streaming through Her wand
Brought gasps of delight from everyone
Arriving in candle lit glen
On a chariot of hazel boughs
Drawn by teams of silver slugs
Across the greensward made their way
Coachman was a tiny elf
His whip of darkest grey
Circled with rings of purest white
Drawn by teams of silver slugs
Across the greensward made their way
Coachman was a tiny elf
His whip of darkest grey
Circled with rings of purest white
Returned
Alight did She upon the grass
Her tiny feet in silvery pumps
Made no impression none at all
Around Her elves and gnomes arrived
A magic kingdom such it was
Through the day and into night
All frolicked merrily
Even the donkey lost his head
When in love he fell
He brayed and shook his flowered mane
His antics so amused
The fairies gathered there to see
A man lost of identity
But with compassion soon the Queen
Returned it back to him
Up he leaped and danced and sang
Happy once again to be
Loving became his speciality
as it must for all
Her tiny feet in silvery pumps
Made no impression none at all
Around Her elves and gnomes arrived
A magic kingdom such it was
Through the day and into night
All frolicked merrily
Even the donkey lost his head
When in love he fell
He brayed and shook his flowered mane
His antics so amused
The fairies gathered there to see
A man lost of identity
But with compassion soon the Queen
Returned it back to him
Up he leaped and danced and sang
Happy once again to be
Loving became his speciality
as it must for all
awesome poetry
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