and in the morning you will wake and shake the shadows from your hair as your bones let out a sigh that sets the tragedy to sail drink the sun and all its colours by the river’s gentle side there’s a new bird singing love notes and a flower dressed in white … oh, i know it’s still a question you’re as lovely as the air from the skies of pure reflection comes a new light to your prayer we were born to be the trees that stand against this present doom calling all the clouds of heaven in to make this desert bloom
With All of my Love,
Jules
Have to say i did not see the tree in the picture until after i read your words.
Man, BREATHTAKING work!!