The glittering trees in the subtle dawn
seem to breathe with the dew on their leaves,
the branches are the hours of a clock
the oaks, pines and ashes serve to count
The little birds awake before the dawn
and whisper secrets, songs are made in nests
and water reflects formations of flying
creatures moving above unfolding bayous.
My love for you is beyond time and sense,
is beyond poetry and metaphorical expression,
yet I am compelled to engage in reading;
the egoless and selfless words of flowers
do more to express your immeasurable
quality than even trees beautifully exposed.
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