Misty Mountain Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Misty mountain shares my view,
Woodland glazed by morning dew,
Breeze that whispers through the trees,
Nature's reaching out to me.

Sparrow's song so melancholy,
Rabbits sit in tender solace,
Robin flitting to and fro,
Nature is my morning show.

Across the way a tree stands tall,
It's branches that bear the leaves that fall,
Upon the ground where soon they'll lie
As soon as summer passes by.

Misty mountain soon i'll see,
The beauty that you hold to me,
For clouds are moving oh so fast,
The sun now shines on you at last.



Jayne Louise Davies