As sunlight filters through near and yonder trees
I walk slowly on and I listen to the voice of breeze..
And I hear those voices of long heard ago in time
I even know some they were once friends of mine..
Some are souls graduated from this class I remain
With all it's many joys it's love it's learning it's pain..
But no equal souls on earth can ever dare to to tell
As many try where we ascend to after here we dwell..
Oh how sadly those that dare instruct us to know..
They like us all to same directions and places go..
All setting themselves up as if a Gods authority
Damaging their own learning within this class to be..
Worse still taking endless with them in their fantasies
They will one day at best be voices in the tree the trees..
Yet I walk as I hear their cry trapped now breezes sigh
In regret they ask forgiveness as the gentle breezes die..
The very few that remained captains of their own soul
Having lived and earthly age moved from deaths cold..
To places where they are more knowing closer to home
With all there that will never more ever be in time alone..
If one walks among the trees one can here that breeze
Of contented souls and those of regret the truth squeeze..
Instead of learning they chose instruct the others sincere
And now cannot go ahead or come back trapped in fear..