Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein Poet Verse

Come Alive

The wind speaks,

In whispers low,

 

Amongst the leaves,

That tremble so,

 

And near the oak,

That proudly stands,

To welcome all,

With cordial hands,

 

To the garden;

 

Where ivy crawls,

Down the elms,

In waterfalls.

 

And to the meadow;

 

Where melodious fruit,

Sway along,

To the shepherds flute;

 

Whose golden wind,

Will never die,

For with its breath,

All comes alive...

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