I live in a far better Wood
than I should~~

I look up and see that it is all too real,
and much love is given
in return for all that I lack.

When I lean and feel
a pulse that is not my own
beating against my back.

And I live in a far better Wood
than I should..

When above the skies
shine so aqua blue,
and I have no way of
showing this from my
heart's eyes to your point of view.

And I live in a far better Wood
than I should..

Where All fern is deep
and emerald green,
and I give my pulse back
in rythmn to that tree on which I lean.

In unison our song is sung
up through the leaves
and up into the wind.

We both know when the day is done
the moon blows now the breeze,
we live in a much better wood than
we should..and will until the end.WRM2000@

SPRING

Deep dark and thickly sweet,
the mountain laurel spirals
up and around a brook which
sends the tears of the earth
in cooling song or babbles
to the untrained ear.

Winding down through a trail
marked by the footfalls of
evening embibers..seeking
an earthen bibulous kiss.

Spring is here, though
the wind still blows the
remnants of winter's dying
breath.

Her aroma is carried down
from the hills and across
green fields where a lone tree
stands off from the rest
which stand as lacey
silhouette;
edging the horizon of a
blue blue sky.

Spring is here,
as the earth spreads forth
her mantle in shimmering
display..
Spring is here..I'm
telling you...I've seen
it yesterday.WRM2000@