The Autumnal Tree Poem by Matthew Holloway

Let me lay beneath the autumnal tree
Where the sun touches each colour
Of every leaf in the richest palette
And the softest wind whispers, nothing
Let beauty and silence fill such a moment
Let it be a forest or wooded glade
Let it be far, far away from all that is
The world and all its ills, wars, news
And the bitterness of all such others
The fame, vengeance, hatred obsessed
Let life be lived regardless of form
Of colour, sex, religion, politics
Let me lay far, far away as can be
Beneath an autumnal tree
That I may be at peace and breathe
Beneath the palette of all there should be