Tree

Dancing stream run into river.

Shapes of fancy fleeting silver.

Leaves in desperation fall,

Piling high in rustic mounds.

Floating glory of summer past.

Death but life in single blow,

Ready to burst in floral glory.

Display of wonder searching skyward.

Shades of green in peaceful splendour.

Sunlight filtering in dazzling aura.

Shaft of light piercing nature,

Living to face the later loss.

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© mick yates summer 1967