Tree Friends
From childhood days trees are my friends,
and may our friendship know not end.
When I was small, I knew their ways;
I listened to the fairy lays
they crooned into the scented air,
I parted the willow's long, green hair
and found a welcome place to stay
till happy hours ate up the day.
Then some of us with dreamer's hearts
have stood, breathless, in midnight dark
upon those special summer eves
when fairies dance beneath the leaves.
Once you have seen the magic start
you cannot thrust it from your heart.
The yearning lasts a lifetime through;
your dearest friends will be the few
who share this rapture, rare yet free,
to know and love a special tree.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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