My earthbound body lives in a cottage
But my spirit wanders to those treetops!
Why should I, since my Journal page
Reveals many a travel in aircraft hops.
But this time, I do honestly crave
A sanctuary among high green leaves
In the tree that shimmers in a moons nave
A treehouse gently swaying in its airy eaves.
So come, build me one, my love
Where You and I can follow
An eagles flight to a meandering grove
Swooping down to find a nesting hollow.
Lets be one with the birds whose nests
Well share among those perches high,
And see the nested chicks in pecking tests
Break out into their first speck of sky!
Or maybe a fluttering butterfly or two,
Cares to alight upon our cups of tea,
And fly with our weightless souls to
Reach heaven from a restless tree!
THE FAMILY, THE STORY
I know and feel by instinct when love is at work,
I know love when I see it in all its obvious ways,
As in a baby's tight clasp around my finger, or
a childs trust in a whispered secret I must keep,
A mother patting and comforting a toddlers fall,
Or a father pitching low balls to a rookie son.
It's when nature turns to spring and sunshine
that we come upon the many moods of young love,
Love is in the air, love that focuses on the one.
Such love then blooms into a mated life,
Its reach, expanding from a sphere of two,
To a mission destined to serve The Family of Man.
When one cycle is done, another cycle begins.
Lovelife in the wild, in nature too, is indeed wondrous,
Because it turns fresh and new, as in a seasons rose,
It follows its fate, matures and fades in its own time.
Eventually, the flower weakens, petals drop to rot.
The rose blooms, it dies, but the rose bush remains!
Certainly, every Family Tree that this earth grew, has
Lived and thrived, nurtured by both nature and man.
Once rooted into the fertile soil of humanity, every
Family has become more than an added creation on earth.
Invariably, each Tree plays its own role in the log of time.
Indeed, your Family tree and mine becomes and is . . .
The Story of Man!!