You are,
leafy bower to shelter soul
in cool of green,
and soft repose
where sun does sear
such summer parch,
in drought of reason.
You bear,
in drip of drop
to swallow
treasured truth,
in magic mending
tender touch as wave,
in pull of moon
as suave caress
completing cycle,
back to branch
in circle, circumventing
wilder world of circus.
As dew you shimmer,
spun in seasons
silk, as web
weaves winter's water,
in such heart of hope to heal
your golden gift of peace presented,
shy in yearn,
for Natures daughter.
Bronze trophy winner
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and much love~ Desire~*~
