Goethe's Path: Forest a Choral Life
Along aisle of twigs, moist brown leaves and stones,
Clustered bellflowers guard as I ramble
Whispered chord echoes from choir of bushes groans,
The rustles, a beckoning preamble
Shady sky-high trees of wrinkled clothed moss
Healthily exhaling thy cool fresh air.
Tongue satiates divine wood spring, I doss.
Finch trembles chanting rosary keys pray'rs.
Built organs from pines tunes mellow reeds
Gentle soothing blows invites butterflies
There flights harmonious lambada speed
Squirrels one fugue pitch share a lullaby
Golden rays peeps through gnarled branches of trees,
Casting apes acrobatic seesaw dance.
Glorious forest homes choral life thee
Who will dare and miss such enthralling chance?
(c) Olive ELoisa
1:03am
June 23, 2014
placed 4th.. :) to God be the glory.. :)
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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