***
In the mythic woods
time
was easy
time lived
loved
and learnt about life
time
was easy
in the mythic woods
where
Raindrops
blossomed to become
Snowflakes
grew to know
Wind
reached to be
The Mythic Woods
as they
branched their songs
to hear
their echoes
punctuate the silence
with their
voices
of
silvern green sorrow
For when angels die
the trees sing
of a life
that was
easy
***
Quite lovely Martin. I had a bit of a time with your tempo but on the re-read captured it.
Glad you liked it.
Beautiful, Martin. Resounding with spirit, bittersweet sorrow, and truth. Perfect. ~ Love, Bobbie
Thanks, Bobbie.
Stunning piece, Martin.
Thanks Kay.
This is beautiful Martin x
Thank you Christine.
H to H xx
H xx H
Just lovely, Martin! Thank you for a wander in the mythic woods and angels’ sighs. xo
Thank you and you’re welcome, Diane x