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View From The HillView From The Hill
a poem by Codey
for Heart of the Tree by Graeme
- Blue skies, fluffy white clouds
- slightly tinged with gray.
- Majestic trees dappling the light,
- on a warm and peaceful day.
- A gentle breeze, helps the leaves
- to wave a rustling welcome
- as the ambiance soothes the soul
- lulling senses, nearly numbed.
- On the forest floor, a mottled mat,
- a carpet of fallen leaves.
- Laying peacefully, in silent repose
- un-bestirred by that gentle breeze.
- their very essence enriching the soil
- from whence they originally came.
- dull colors belying the reality
- of their previous vibrant fame.
- The valley lays peaceful below
- from the vantage point on the hill.
- a verdant patchwork quilt
- sown by hands of practiced skill.
- Loved ones, from near and far,
- gather to honor and praise.
- Bringing stories and memories
- of younger and happier days.
- With a will of steel, a loving heart,
- kind eyes and gentle smile,
- you taught us to be better people
- with your life lived free from guile.
- Accepting what must be accepted
- changing what should be changed
- teaching restraint and patience
- lest raw emotion be unchained.
- A lifetime of living
- has led to this spot
- near the love of a lifetime
- You never forgot.
- Now, the breeze and the leaves,
- with barely heard sighs,
- join in our mourning
- and whisper good-byes.