Its a sort of an optical, illusion
\nthat creates in some a gay effusion
\nthe waving of grasses on meadows beyond
\nas if a great fairy was waving her wand
\non both sides of the road
\nfalling and lifting
\nworking its way and gradually sifting
\nsentient dance
\ncontained in each glance
\na great undulation
\nand a wonderful chance
\nto share a rhapsody
\na symphony sighing
\nso many players in unison trying
\ngrounding,and pounding
\nyou see it surrounding
\nits truly astounding
\nits as if you are flying<\/p>\n
to the Ivy that’s trails
\nand finally sails
\nupwards to climb on the Beech
\nthat is reaching
\nspreading its fingers
\nand really beseeching
\nthe sky and the clouds
\nto gift it some rain
\nup the trunk there is evidence
\nof the great chain
\nas black slugs as trim
\nas a pencil in form
\nclimb through the ivy
\nescaping the storm
\nthe spit of the insect
\nclings to the leaves
\nthe sculptured arms
\nof the jasmine retrieves
\nsome semblance of form
\nthrough a tangle of grace
\nwill summer now ever
\nshow a its sweet face?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Its a sort of an optical, illusion that creates in some a gay effusion the waving of grasses on meadows beyond as if a great fairy was waving her wand on both sides of the road falling and lifting working … Continue reading