Soft The Tree Whispered Poem by Jonathan Drane

Soft The Tree Whispered



Soft the tree whispered
Soft sang the sea
Over the mountain
You came home to me

You followed the rivers
The banks and the streams
Soft the tree whispered
Soft sang the sea

Soft the flower opened
Soft fell the leaves
Through all the heather
Over the seas

You left all your gardens
Your garlands and seeds
Soft the flower opened
Soft fell the leaves

Soft the owl listened
Soft hummed the tree
When the skies opened
As the larks weaved

We trimmed all our hedges
Our menageries
Soft the owl listened
Soft hummed the tree

Soft the days beckoned
Soft the gulls cried
Hardly a whisper
A word or a sigh

Nor of your footsteps
Nor of your time
Soft the days beckoned
Soft the gulls cried

Soft cried the mountain
Soft rang the bell
Long did you journey
Long your heart fell

As the winds ravaged
As the lyres tell
Soft cried the mountain
Soft rang the bell

Soft the door opened
Soft the wind breathed
There in the doorway
There in the lee

You stood there before me
Your sweet reverie
Soft the door opened
Soft the wind breathed

Soft the tree whispered
Soft sang the sea
The teaspoon is whirling
The milk and the leaves

The biscuits are breaking
In sweet harmonies
Soft the tree whispered
Soft sang the sea

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A hymn for the prodigal sons and daughters and to the healing of family.
Christmas 2012

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Soft The Tree Whispered
(The Poem for Prodigal Sons and Daughters)

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By Jonathan Drane
A hymn for the prodigal sons and daughters and to the healing of family.
Christmas 2012
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