Redwood Ride
Redwood Ride
I rise, I rise, on a redwood ride,
Pages dropping aflutter;
Clouds cloaking, angels singing
Filling the air with ethereal joy!
Through wings of winsome warblers, I rise,
Through showers of diamond drops, I rise,
On their way to dress diamond lakes.
No weight of worries, light and free.
The horizon hides and falls away;
Colors stripe as soft as a babe’s blanket;
Clouds cuddle against the cool night;
Woes of the world have taken flight.
Come with me on a redwood ride.
(While dozing on the deck.)
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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