LARKSONG

LARKSONG
42004011871 - ©2004 WLL

Brightened sparkles in the night
The thudding sound of calm delight
Gentle sense of softly blowing
Breezes in a land of knowing

Standing tall, a blackened tree
Whose leaves are falling in the sea
The wind blows gently on its bark
Within its branches is a lark

Sweetly singing tunes of old
Her heart is like a harp of gold
Nimbly plucking at its roots
Enlisting aid of breathy flutes

From bursting clouds, a rain emerges
Where a river soon diverges
Surrounded now by flowing waves
Waters nourish former graves

The tree's in bloom, its flowers bright
Glistening dew in morning light
Leaves swept back from tender bark
Still protect the playful lark

Feathers ruffled by the rain
But nothing much could cause her pain
Building up her little nest
Settling down to watch the rest

The wind comes up and blows the tree
Again the leaves fall in the sea
Since she wove the nest she made
The lark sings calmly, unafraid

Watching stars within the sea
Gentle rhythm in the tree
Emanating from some force
Deep within a rooted source

Leaves caress the nest she made
And she sings so unafraid
Watching dawns fade into nights
On her branch, a jay thrush alights