Beneath my summertree, I now lie
Where is everyone, I hear not a cry
Help me Father for I fear the dark
It's cold, I hear not the Meadow Lark.
This mighty Oak, this shading Summertree
Its branches now hover over me
Hear my cry, Oh father up on high
Beneath this Summertree, I now cry.
The songs of my faith and laced White Doves
I now sing a dream to Bonnie my love
With waterfall eyes I search far and near
Cold is the night, I'm lonely, this I fear.
Beneath a Summertree, as Willows do weep
I now lie here, memories I do keep
My heart is on fire, this I do know
All that is dear, it comes and it goes.
Listen!, Listen to the Crickets call
Summer is lost, Leaves drop, it's Fall
Winters crisp, branches are bare
Seasons do change, soon Spring will fair.
Cold is my room, stillness is at hand
A Soldier's Prayer, deep in the land
Forgotten he, when called to defend
This Summertree is my only friend...
by Richard Lee Cook
Copyright 2005
An SILVERFEATHER Creation