Above the Trees
Above the trees,
I see the sky,
Kiss that great expanse
With warmth or chill,
Where colors change
As clouds drift by,
Mimicking the flight of
Dreams. And under
The vastness of heavens,
The sun pulls on shadows
That dance across the fields,
This separation is divine.
A painter’s canvas,
Every morning invokes
A new wonder –
Of what is seen,
And lost.

• Christopher Isherwood