Anointing ever breath.

It would just be a tree, without the ceremony To uphold ,
each way the branches reach the heavens high With Skies of gold

For many sunsets have come to shine Above the leaves that kiss the ground

And I find within my pondering That royal ruby crown

Had all the weeping come to end

To celebrate the love once there

Beneath the willow besides one's dream, A standing barron bare

With all the seasons come to live
Yet In the fall, presenting death,

I find within the stillness there, an anointing ever breath,

Such love beyond the parting seasons

To reconcile the heart and soul

In all the leaves once hanging high Shed light upon one's stroll

And in my peaceful walking, besides That tender tree of hope

Found not a love note left besides, yet a Stringent hanging rope

The way the leaves come rushing down And landing low to ground

The ruby stone was left alone
There the willow makes no sound

But lingers in the silence lost, where lovers once where crowned.