Sixty Three A

Beady, black, unblinking orbs

Reflecting shades of green and brown

Grip softly swaying limbs up high

Soprano cries, staccato lies;

Grey obscuring blue begins

Silent stifling wraiths above

Darker now as colours fade

Falling drops the ground accepts;

Swaying left then to the right

Revealing method in design

Breath gives life to rooted trunks

Rustling shapes respond in kind;

Tearing through the moist divide

Golden beams smelt silent shadows

Shining down on basking beasts

Sharing warmth and love divine

By: Richard Gradner