Somewhere beyond a old gold mine, <br />probably planted there by a bird, <br />I saw you reaching high against the blue sky, <br />with blossoms folding open in purity, <br />bursting open snow white, <br />at a rusted wheel that gnashed as it turned; <br />as a almond tree on top of a yellow-brown mine dump <br />while I was walking around curious. <br />Your branches were like angelic wings, white and pure, <br />was circled by the bright sunshine, <br />that splashed down your wide open branches, <br />where like fingers they were reaching for heaven, <br />your glory went to the depths of my soul <br />where very high you stood above everything.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-beyond-a-old-gold-mine/
