The breeze through the trees
Sets me at my ease
And the sun’s shine
Doth entwine my heart
Which, from the start, was cold
But, now is warmed
Newly formed into a beating thing
After heating brings restoration
This forestation of William’s
Is here for me
Dear to me;
And clear to me
Is the message it gives…
To me.
The sun through the trees
Aims to please
And its aim is true
As it lands upon me;
And I think of you
The rain through the trees
Tries to displease
Feigns ignorance to my plight
Falls like shards
Long and hard
And dampens my discourse
At source.
