i stood in awe, when i saw,
the angel in the tree,
i asked her then, to once again,
please try and rescue me.
the peace i felt when i knelt,
upon her rocky ground,
was then my crutch to heavens touch,
and my voice could bid no sound.
the leaves all fell in harmony,
like music to my soul,
they fell between, i've never seen,
the world as such a whole.
the breeze the rocks, the running stream,
in this, the beauty and will to dream,
in this lyes light, and energy,
i thank the angel in the yellow tree. oct. in maine
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