A compassion Arises

A compassion arises ! 

This tall Cedar green of forest;

O God! so hard,

This monolith of marble; that nature build, 

This rocky stream, rushing down with methos

Not dependent to any one, but to Nature,

This pleasent bed of daisies and diffadils,

Aah, fllorescent red, His majesty made 

Wearing such aww, descent dress, 

Are making a moan with "winds of change" of inland hills.

And this evening of falcon performing in the azure horizon,  will soon land down.

And then will come up a convoy  of pink candles; 

As like Us; little pretty girls in 

In weeding gown's,

and springly curls---

Aah, wonder is this harmony; a compassion arises....

POH44/99/08