Howling the
wind whirls wild today
Battering the
brave upstanding trees
Captives bent of this
unpolished field
Confusings in
the tides of men
Making chaos of
the light
But still flows the music
Wherever they
have not been
The dust of a
million stars still survives
Patient in simplicity’s
keeping
Burned of all the brave
trees of the field
In their
nothingness a shining
No wind strong
enough to dull them
Could ever find
them
Safe behind their enclosing walls
Hidden in the lap of another land
But how the
wind howls seeking its
revenge
The shining trees had
escaped!
Released from every
proud clutching
They just
clapped their hands
And never did a stray blast
Un-nerve their sacred trust in love
Delight through
all their fearless being!
Lost in light love’s wine creamed through them
Everland lit overflowing with
milk and honey
Bright rich
wine, white with stardust ashes
Their former first life surpassed of a second
And all the
trees, full fed, follow on to
know
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