Making the Ordinary, Extraordinary
The sheening white leaves
now they suddenly leave
as the flowers have faded away.
The shining new leaves
decked out in fresh green
in the wind they softly sway.
Here we see those trees
decked in their season`s majesty
and they keep my doldrums away.
Still they stand there
though ill tide land there
and washes more silt away.
In comes the tide
and the waters rise high,
But for me they cannot persuade.
For I will still stand here
and stare at the stars here
and together this inlet will hold sway
against the waters seeking to sweep us away.