A garden green
seen through the eyes
of a child..Wonder at the
World and cry out loud
Hey Mister, you should've
kissed her..
And worshipped at her feet
that toucheth the ground
The fall from grace
and sprucely hollows
And the boughes that
breaks and the vowes
we make and only
shudder at the thought
Of what we once
thought we almost make
Goodnite sweet child
stars shine from
up above and look
down..a gentle breeze
comes from the North
as you drift off in
a lullaby and dream
resting in the arms
of Morpheus free from
all the pain, if not
for only a short respite..
By Rick Weber
August 15, 2011
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