I stop in the shade of every tree…

I stop in the shade of every tree…
Now, they are clenching the last of autumn’s leaves…
This is the place where angels’ dwell…
Where what you see, is what you need to see.

Full of birds and bees and flowers…
Their language easy for me to understand…
The maples all red and and green and pink…
Sweeping their watercolors across the page.

Ah, a mouthful of wizard’s grass…
Now I can do magic!
I can give you a lion’s kiss…
And take you beyond and beyond and beyond.

Hop on my bus, I’ll take you to glorious places…
Like the path criss-crossed with raspberries…
Bending across th path in tall arcs…
The color of frosted lipstick.

Leave all those bad memories at home…
They will grill you to death…
Stop with me in the shade of every tree…
And find rest.

I love you,

Annie