The Silver Tree
I saw upon a silver tree,
One who might have sat with me.
Once upon a blue-moon sky,
That was where time would never fly.
Away, Away,
Never to have returned.
And I would have been content,
But I still yearn.
For the one who sat on the silver tree,
For I knew, peace, he gave,
For the ones who would walk his ways.
So now I go back to the silver tree,
And wait for him to sit with me.
Copyright © Figgy Pondler | Year Posted 2020
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