~ A Joyful Song

~ A Joyful Song
I woke a Joyful Song resounding

Throughout hill and dale

Sweeping, sweeping, sweeping

Sweeping down the vale
Pristine lay Winters first snow

All was pure and white,

I sensed a spiritual power

The brilliance was so bright
The melody grew higher

Birds on bare branch perched,

I wondered in my wandering

Does Nature have a church?
For each creature great and small

Halted in their tracks,

To listen to the melody

As if each word was facts
They stood as if transfixed

From a memory of long ago,

When Nature was believed

To birth the pristine snow
She, once Mother Goddess

She, once blessed on high

Conjured, and her people

Yet some still hear her sigh…
Her dancers for all seasons

‘Neath the birch the oak

Know the Joyful Song

Derive from the ancient 

Words she spoke.
O’Prunty ©


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