Poems from Grapes_W8
The Mountain tall,
It stands with pride.
It soars with trees upon its side,
A pointing shard,
Her Standing guard.
Waiting there below his...
A golden glow falls down from sky,
And on my face and hands does lie,
It warms my skin, but also soul,
And heals my broken heart to whole...
Strong as an Oak,
Tall as a Pine,
As beautiful as the Willow,
But single spark,
Or lightning's arc,
Can burn up all the Meadow.
Winding Strands of silken air,
Rushing 'round my clothes and hair,
Round and round the Earth they fly,
Climbing high without a care.
Leaves of green,
Lo, have you seen?
They cover all the soil,
For grow they must,
In Earth they trust,
So all the day they toil.