Reflecting Trees ( poetic ' down from above' version)

In the land of rising trees

Whose beauty forever lingers

Falling on your soft knees

Their hardness fills your fingers

 

As they grow so very tall

Pulsating under the skies

Your hands rise and they fall

Until you hear the cries

 

Of the birds erupting above

Before your eyes they race

Fingers covered in sweet love

That falls on natures face

 

 

Done