Arise!

under the boughs of her personal tree she counts her wishes,one two three theleaves fall down so she cannot see she falls asleep for a thousand years the world revolves around her fears she knows it all but never hears the cormorants along the shore dive for love and evermore but that's not what she's waiting for the sentinels address the sky, pour out their seven bowls and sigh but she just lets the time go by dreaming bouquets and a ball dancing with her prince so tall whirlling,twirling through it all until the white lord sharp of tongue brings to mind the old and young on his stallion he will come to brush the autumn leaves away from where she sleeps until that day when he will take her hand and say... ARISE!