I sit beneath the trees of green
the cool dark shade beneath the leaves
and think of all that I have seen.
The blissful joy of loves new dream
Like a magic spell the heart weaves
I sit beneath the trees of green.
I ponder what life could have been
before lying satin tongue’s deceive
I think of all that I have seen.
The tears have washed my body clean
but still a while my heart grieves.
I sit beneath the trees of green.
Could I have known the unforeseen?
the heart denies what eyes perceive
I think of all that I have seen.
Asleep I slide on satin dreams
what lies the heart and mind believes
as I sit beneath the trees of green
and think of all my eyes have seen.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 02/June/2018
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