Sleep Beneath the Williow Tree

Run your fingers lightly down the dividends and time Hollow scars bore with pried, protection from the truth The brown rough death mirrored by a myriad of bright life Striving to encompass and known majesty Sunlight blocked by the life rarely filtering through the trunk Deep and silent screams fill the searching And the sun sets out laying the veins in the wind apple red leaves Casting eerie pictures of our secrets The echoes of which sway the shadows slowly Growing dusk hidden life The world will sleep it never slumbers Dead time waiting to be brought to its knees to reach the sky Peace and song if only one to listen To voices forever silent No one hears The crying hopes of trees