Dear old apple tree
tender snow-white dream
precious memory

spring is sweet tonight
being brought to me
in the fading light

the world was young


.....The earth turns day by day
.....life is going fast
.....another April, May
      
.....I walk the ancient track
.....and everything comes back
.....so it's already over
      
.....and that may set us free
      

Dear old apple tree
snow-white blossom sea
with the swing that sighs
and the butterflies
      
lying in the grass
smelling how it was
when the blackbird sang
the world was young

reminisce the days
when two of them are by the swing
back and forth ways
lovingly perfect as they fling

now, think of this poor old swing
lonely, alone with me
without you and nothing
without your love, I see it not rocking

Just like me,
If you happen to see,
This magnificent Banyan tree:
You would probably be,
Feeling free;
Or looking up towards the sky,
Likely heaving a sigh,
As you walk by.

Surely this banyan must provide
So many places to hide;
For birds to make their nests
Under its vast expansiveness.

If I were young
I would have clung,
To the roots and swung
Like a little child
From side to side.

But now
I'd rather look up and see
The wind blowing through the tree,
Watch the leaves shake and shimmer
Exposing their emerald green glimmer.

I'd love to sit in its shade,
Watch a wedding cavalcade,
Dig into the earth with a *****.
Feel the sun as he filters through,
Watch the hues in the morning dew.

I’d give you my love,
but my love just wouldn’t do, dear.
If only you could use my love.

Then I’d give you a hug
and a kiss so soft that you wouldn’t fear
what you’re dreaming of, my love.

Oh, why then, love,
why do you cry then, love?
Why don’t you try
some of what I’ve
been thinking of?

Darling, I’ve seen what’s above
and it’s you, but you can’t see the truth.
Let me lift you up, my love.

My sweet glowing moon,
Let us  float on your crescent spoon,
Baby and I , baby and I,
O'er the ocean's trail,
Where big ships sail.

My sweet glowing moon,
Let us ride on your crescent spoon,
Baby and I, baby and I,
O'er the hills  and o'er the vale
To catch fishes in the river and put it in a pail.

My  sweet  glowing moon,
Let us swing on your crescent
spoon,
Baby and I , baby and I,
Give us your pleasant smile,
So baby and I go to sleep for a while.

Deep in thought

she questions everything.

Wondering every question

her heart begins to swinge.



Her mind is boggled

as she sits on her swing.

Trusting the vines

that are holding up by a string.



If only her beauty

could change what's within,

If her swing can oscillate,

then why can't her heart swing?

a crow pheasant calls,
sudden throw back to childhood;
a swing across time!

a world beyond her eyes
full of adventure and surprise.
one swing after another swing,
nothing knowing what it may bring.

over the horizon near the sun
placing light so fair and so young.
her bare feet in the breezy midair
not a feeling of fear, not even a care.

buildings so sturdy and tall
could not touch an inch of her at all.
she looked out to her dreams and hopes
knowing God was holding the ropes.