Above my head tree branches intertwine <br /> to form a leafy canopy <br />through which the silvery moon light can shine <br /> if only intermittently. <br />A lasting sense of peace pervades this place. <br />As if some sacred spirit rules. <br />Your troubles disappear and leave no trace. <br />The trees are her most willing tools <br />deep rooted in the earth they stand. <br />Living slow growing monuments <br />who knows what mysteries they understand <br />They suffer not from mans ailments. <br />No jealous animosity <br />can penetrate this sanctuary <br /> <br />18-Jan-08.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacred-grove-for-m-lady-lucianne/
