He gives...

From even unto even
his formidable frame is heavin
with the weight of many others
children, sisters, brothers

Ne'er stops to take a rest
of patience is he mortally blessed
amid the hue's and cry's around
he'll hide his worries, underground

Little things hed like to have
time, just time, which others grab
just to smell the flower's scent
when of work the day is spent

I'd like to wave a magic wand
leap out from my swirling pond
make the dragonfly's stop roaring
smashing wings, verbal warring
 

As they hover overhead
we take our leave to an etheral bed
where fountains have their youthful spring
evry bird doth heartily sing
the sun shines it's warmest ray's
into the clouds to form a haze
shrouding love, till it reaches summit
 

He gives...
 

Ch'erie de Perrot
26/01/2012
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