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Music video from Radfax
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The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves
Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings
My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still.
I am the tree that one time was a maid,
But that was long...
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How strong it is, this feeling of regret,
You long to see the lands and loves you've known.
(For Eden's flowers fade if you forget)
In dreams you may return, but wake alone.
Yes, now I know...
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a poem by David Hart
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Night gazer,
see the works that fill the skies.
Each orb was placed there
by some humble hand.
Yet even while
their brilliance mystifies,
you wonder
what each wise creator planned.
Above...
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Narrative poem by Bret Harte
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Music track from the Radfax
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