Our Tree
Our Tree
Come sit with me my sweetheart, beneath our silver tree,
And dwell awhile in peacefulness and quiet sanctity,
Just you and I alone at last, in our own special place,
A little piece of paradise, that nothing can replace.
Come tell me of your love for me, as I confess of mine,
Let the dappled shade of sunshine, break the iron grip of time,
And let your mind to linger, in this calming paradise,
Where two lovers sit together, and nothing has a price.
And there beneath the silver tree two hearts enjoy the peace,
Just stolen moments worshipped, a merciful release,
For in this world of madness, some things are not to be,
So sit with me my sweetheart, – beneath our silver tree.
Mick.
About the author
Mick Westwood would love your feedback, please leave your comments below:
Showcase your literature
Log in to contribute
You need to be logged in to interact with Silversurfers. Please use the button below if you already have an account.
LoginNot a member?
You need to be a member to interact with Silversurfers. Joining is free and simple to do. Click the button below to join today!
Join
