Startled by the lilac of the sky
More blue dilutes the pink I saw before
Dark branches stand like fingers pointing high
The little bay tree potted is too dry
I gave it drops of tea but it needs more
Entranced by softest lilac ,oh, the sky
I see two trees have grown like Russian spies
They got stuck in and blossomed then I saw
Dark branches,unboned fingers pointing high
Elderberry,cherry, seeds have strayed
Don’t tell us that green Nature may have flaws
Enhanced by lilac , darkening, goodbye
Soon will come the ending and the prayer
The drama is all done, if any care.
Dark branches ,boneless fingers, pointing high
We may live, but God it is that stares
Like the Langdale Pikes watch Windermere
Down beneath the silence of the sky
Dark branches stand like judges from on high
How my heart speaks 