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Heaven In A Dream Of Trees

I was a tree with old leaves
mottled and crisp and wrinkled.
On the pond I’d float in a little boat
lapping along to she, to she.
 
This friend I have, I only dream
and see her rising above, ahead.
A lovely tree, so many were she.
I’d reach her soon to lay my head
under her canopy.
 
So soon the night to fall upon
a weary day unwound from dawn.
I met her there at water’s edge
where a swan would drift to blossom white
my arms did lift to hold the night.
 
I felt her in my heart of hearts
so two were we in essence joined.
So the trees in softened voice
let their beauty out to call.
All we were and could so know
a companionship under trees
and so in love, too, were we.
 
‘May her Heaven be full of trees..’
 
       .....
PoetsRevenge
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Inspired by ‘Aunt Leaf’ and ‘The Swan’
by Mary Oliver
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