Joy In The Trees And The Rain

Life in the disappearing splendor of the forest, High sacred trees, Clear, deep, pristine waters of old, Fantasy that makes my heart soar, So ancient are the hills I run on with bare feet, Feeling the cool grass wet with dew from the rain the night before, How comforting are the arms of a tree swaying in the breeze, This is the joy I find in the trees and the rain, Within those that touch of nature, celebrated in the dreams, Sheltered past a heart, Varied in a miracle of time, Touched by an echo, Could it be that we see within the silence? Songs of crickets serenaded by the birds, The smell of leaves with the earth, Heart beats of the way things used to be, Close your eyes and listen to falling tears of rain, Shed by Mother Nature, Touched within the tears of a child where in a heart fulfills, Those serenades cascading through a sunset step by step, On a path trodden only by children, Forgotten ones like unicorns, leprechauns and pegasi.... I often think... Where have they gone? Maybe I can catch a little glimpse of how things should be, This also is a part of the joy in the rain and trees, Dreams past a lifetime early in the morn touched in the morn wherein a miracle is seen in the forest, An elf winks and a dove cries, How will we ever find joy together in the rain and the trees? June 10, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Allan Perry Written December 31st, 2001 © on Jun 12 2002 07:15 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn    0 • 18 • 12