To lie beneath the tall trees

To lie beneath the tall trees

Burnished in gold

Shimmered in sunbeams

Every leaf a story

Waiting to be written

Whispered through the forest

In their falling

Glimmered in rime

Come morning.

Sheltered in shadows

Canopeyed in silence

Dusted in sunlight

Purified from blight

Returned to the beginning

At the end of the night

Under the trees

Cradled from harm

Rarified, dignified

And eternal.