Vision And Drive Poem by James McLain

Take his real height; it has gone fair, it is zeal.
The zest that you feel, when it's fall comes spring again.
As the green leaf through the bright sun light shines down
and you see each hand is full.
Each blue vein wrapped around.
I am you too the tree and the limb and fine moss,
just each breeze that you touch too move across each hair.
Each shadow you sooth, Each moment it flickers off.
Against each wide wall of white you paint them all.
She has left you and I thought too you walk off right.
With vision and drive laid small prophecy,
if but for a moment of life it gives up all,
just too start it all off and the bottoms of clouds
comes the yellow peaked sun once again.