Those who delight in trees understand Mother Nature's thoughts,
speak her language and hear her heart.
I watched the dawn make inroads through
The chilly, vapoured air,
Erasing night's dark residue,
Serene beyond compare.
There was to my attentive eye,
A sense of mystery.
Bewitching as the clouds sailed by
In friendly gaiety.
With glowing pools of blue throughout
This other worldly place,
My racing heart, without a doubt
Found dreams in its embrace.
For as the sun stood at the helm
Of animated skies,
The fascinating heavenly realm
held hints of paradise.
Alice Jean Don.