That Summer Day At That Resplendent, Ancient Weeping Tree

That Summer Day At That Resplendent, Ancient Weeping Tree Around that tall, wide spread ancient weeping tree Where singing meadows and smiling sky looking down Upon a wandering searching child, namely me Far, very far away from our small farming town Gazing up to see where hides the Olympic gods Seeking life's approval by their wizened nods! Yet the gods had vanished leaving bright blue sky Its deep beauty, vestige of all that was to be I stood transfixed, bravely questioning the why Could not life and happiness be given for free Puzzled by the cold hard-set silence falling down At last seeing, fled were the gods with their false crowns! As such thoughts invaded a newly minted mind A child decided best to further knowledge seek For how ever was a soul to life's great truths find And verify, blessings come to those humbly meek Thus acknowledge power of words my father spoke And prove too, life was love, light- God's masterful stroke! That summer day at that resplendent, ancient weeping tree. I found truth- God put an innocent, loving soul in me. Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2021 Romanticism- ( A poetic narrative, Wherein One Great Truth Was Found ) Blog poem.