Views Poem by David Aslin

Clouds dance upon a blue stage
Winds engage to the arrangement
Birds take to flight upon the three to add their point of view
Trees but sway, into the fray, each leaf alone, points the way
The ground below, of all its depth, still must pause to draw its breath

Night befalls, leaving memorial calm and reflection,
But there’s little time for intermission, there’s another connection

The winds stand still, to take in the view
Clouds now white, dancing upon the black hue
The stars but throw in their light, dappled, yet bright with so much delight
Trees stand still to draw of their fill

All of this I do clearly see, for all of this you have but done to me