When I rest beneath the Birch tree

When I rest beneath the Birch tree

Sitting close to where you lie

Would I see the sky in all its splendour

Watch as wispy clouds float by

Would I wonder at the seasons

Watch as summer days give way

To the chilly nip of winter

The ironclad skies of grey

When white snow weighs heavy

On slender sloping bows

Would a soft fall envelop me

If I have the time and time allows

Would I wake in days of grandeur

Beneath a flowering cherry tree

And wonder at the mystery

That has transported me

To another garden paradise

Where the Bluebells never die

A blessed resurrection

Where we would forever lie