Lullaby
Come close, my child, hush now...and I will sing you a quiet song…
Why do the willows weep?
Siri la, siri lai…
Why do the foxes leap?
Siri la, siri lai…
Why do the clouds float by?
Siri la, siri lai…
And why do we all ask “why?”
Siri la, siri lai...siri la, siri lai...siri lai
Willow photo by Gail Nadeau. Used with permission.
8 Comments:
L.L. - Thought I'd stop by your blog and leave a comment. I'm looking forward to reading more here.
Michelle
Very cool.
Great picture of a weeping willow and a nice lullaby :)
The older I get the more I like trees. And those willow trees bring back memories of my childhood days in Ohio. Fascinating stuff; God's creation.
...and nice poem.
Thanks, all for your encouragements...
and, Ted, I do wonder what it is about aging that has drawn you more to trees... perhaps the memories... or something else?
L.L.
I guess you can call turning fifty aging (now 50 and a half) :)
I think it's just the appreciation more and more for the simple, yet wondrous "little" things God has put on our pathways through creation. I greatly enjoyed living on the rolling prairies of Alberta, where the only trees in much of the land were, for the most part confined to the towns. It had a unique beauty all its own, that I learned to appreciate and then love. But getting back to Ohio, I was thankful again, to see trees everywhere. And now, having gotten older its just more and more a growing appreciation and love of the same. I think, surely, this will go on through all eternity, i.e., never end.
Sweet, sweet. I feel very mellow and peacefull.
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