The
Rowan Tree
Little
red berries jangle here,
The
witches tree is life.
Swaying
in the autumn breeze,
I
spy a sign of life.
Could
she be the message,
Of
finding peace on earth?
Beneath
this tree of promise,
Her
roots connect me to the earth.
Omens
of a golden time,
Where
light is seen and heard.
From
words she speaks romantically,
Where
my name is being heard.
Emotions
are brought to bear,
Her
branches covet all of me.
I
lose myself beneath her shade,
When
her love comes over me.
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