Above the Trees

Above the trees, up high and bold,
The golden sun spills light,
That dances on the dewy leaves,
In a brilliant, warm delight.
The intimate whisper of the boughs,
And the sighing of the pines,
A symphony of wildest grace,
In a world that sun defines.

The shadows play, the breezes hum,
The flowers wake and breathe;
And as the mountain’s pulse beats strong
All nature finds reprieve.
So I, in wonder, feel the thrill,
Of beauty pure as essence,
Awake to light, a wish fulfilled,
In a love beyond all presence.

• Charles GD Roberts