You open my arms, so wide <br />coming home, pruning as you do <br />the pace of the sun, keeps up with you. <br />I even in my new found youth <br />come to watch the squirrels at play <br />and to dance <br />they dance up and down the tree <br />heavy their cheeks full of nuts. <br />While night comes too quickly, <br />The moon white and full and bright <br />please forgive me- <br />my dreams of you, always full!<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-forgive-me-33/
