A dark green canopy up in the sky,
Birds flying underneath, way up high.
A vision of coolness pleasing the eye,
Listening to the wind, as it softly cries.
Sitting and gazing to heaven above,
And listening to the song of a lonely dove.
That's sitting on a limb high in a tree,
Wishing in my heart I was that free.
The green misty vision all around me,
Has a myriad of life high in the tree.
A natural haven for everything wild,
As I gaze up above with the eyes of a child.
Butterflys floating, cicadas rasp on,
And mockingbirds sing their beautiful songs.
Sparrows and wrens building their nests,
I am the lazy one enjoying my rest.
An anole chasing a cricket over a leaf,
In and out of the leaves he constantly weaves.
Then into the green he's suddenly gone,
He must be taking his supper back home.
7/31/10 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem