touch the sky

Libera

Climb a tree to touch the sky
Through the leaves I watch the birds fly
In the softly swaying breeze
From my nest among the trees

So the golden light dances
Through the pattern of branches
All the colours of autumn, alive

As the leaves of evening fall
From my throne above us all
Where the faithful blossom flowers
Here I while away for hour after hour

Climb a tree to touch the sky