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The Great Forest Tapestry
In a basin of jewelled bronze The leaves lay Many colours Of many shades To become a tapestry Trees never die They are forever made A soft wind blew Gentle on the leaves The Queen took them Kissed them too Made many Threads spun Magical weaves The trees have begun Upon the cloth A mighty tree grew In shades of green Of soft leaf Texture of bark Of branches, seen The trunk grew strong and tall Of threads spun Texture of bark I can hear its’ heart The first of many The trees have begun Branches reached out to play Touching the sky The joy To see how it grew Everyday The leaves from the basin Of jewelled bronze Carried by the summer queen With a soft kiss…. One by one They were blown onto the tapestry The leaves multiplied Faeries darted back and forth Sewed each one Of threads spun Woven magic The tree has begun The heart of the tree Could be heard Very softly sighing The first of many Upon a tapestry Where leaves were laid Branches reached out Touching the sky That a Queen made To a castle door Leaves were left Memories of suns and seasons For trees never die Of threads spun Woven magic The trees have begun
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