Weaver

Leave him be
The faceless me
The words are where
My love I share

I walk with you
I talk with you
I do believe
I spirit weave

Come close and say
Be mine today
Dont walk away
Come share my day

I follow you
What do you do
My point of view
Is good and true

Your spell is mine
On life I dine
I do believe
That you achieve

Your leaves are mine
Our boughs entwine
We spirit weave
I do believe

My cane is scrolled
Our hands we fold
As good as gold
We have been rolled

We spirit weave
Now to achieve
The woods are where
Come Spirit weave

Eternity
Will set us free
Its where we be
Our spirits free

I do believe
I do believe

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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