A Wall Of Many Trees Stand

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A wall of many trees stand
Stand in front of me
There may be a way
Around
Squeezing thru, in-between.

Many trees stand
Protecting me
From what dwells beyond
Unforeseen.

Canopy overtop, shading
Letting only a few rays
Of burning sun thru
To drop.

Taking the impact
Of a lightning strike
Hear the thunder crash
As a mighty tree falls
Out of sight.

Little ones will take its place
Loved
Nurtured by large ones
Standing, guarding, protecting
In this place.

As full circle round
Does nature go
Where many trees stand
Like a wall
All in a row.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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The Unholy Light

We have seen the unholy light 
Glaring red on the darkest night 
No reprieve, no delight 
Misery, forgotten mercy 
No saviour
Til the morning light. 

Then there, the beauty unfolds 
It’s saving grace holds 
Helping those
Lost, misplaced 
Keeping safe, shielding life 
Protecting all that see 
Her holy light 

We have seen the unholy light 
We have gone beyond it’s fierce grip
To bask in love all the loving day 
Protected
Throughout the darkest night 
Til rising, morning light. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

A Wall Of Many Trees Stand

A wall of many trees stand
Stand in front of me
There may be a way
Around
Squeezing thru, in-between.

Many trees stand
Protecting me
From what dwells beyond
Unforeseen.

Canopy overtop, shading
Letting only a few rays
Of burning sun thru
To drop.

Taking the impact
Of a lightning strike
Hear the thunder crash
As a mighty tree falls
Out of sight.

Little ones will take its place
Loved
Nurtured by large ones
Standing, guarding, protecting
In this place.

As full circle round
Does nature go
Where many trees stand
Like a wall
All in a row.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019