Oh growing one,
Barely here
Tender as a new scar
Cut by a black scythe
Opening the night sky.
Rise alone
Silent over one
Lone tree
One lone watchman
On the journey
Filling the same promise
Pushing back darkness.
Oh growing one,
Barely here
Tender as a new scar
Cut by a black scythe
Opening the night sky.
Rise alone
Silent over one
Lone tree
One lone watchman
On the journey
Filling the same promise
Pushing back darkness.
Beautiful…Lovely…..Haunting…I want to read this over and over….Thank you.