To Stand

Trees do rest against the shore

Never do they want for more

Gentle lapping of the sea

Offers all that needs to be

Clouds are rolling ever high

Always tolling sun so nigh

Whose burning flames would cast us shadow

Whose dimming lights would make us wallow

Stars do glimmer in the night

Wants of wishes bring us fright

Sparkling ever on the shore

Lapping waves become a roar

Sunlight whispers from the moon:

The days that come should come too soon

Ever do our shadows fall

In mockery, our wishes call

Blowing wind brings with it dawn,

Echoing voices of days now gone

The rustle of leaves join in symphony

Whose wisdom begs us kneel in mercy

So stand the trees against the shore

So shall they stand forever more