Before the tree runs in rose and bronze rivers
Back to earth’s casket again
Lie down and look up where soft green and gold quivers
Like the strain from a violin
Listen, like a doting fan to the tempo
Of moments that waft on a breeze
Composing with nothing but common memento
An operetta of memories
© Janet Martin
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