Weeping Tree Song

Weeping Tree, Weeping Tree why do you cry?
Your tumbling branches fall out of the sky,
Down to the Earth where it's trodden and brown,
Where your trunk stately stands on the dewy wet ground.

Weeping Tree, Weeping Tree why do you frown?
The sunlight is shining and friends are around,
The Oak and The Elm and The Red Hickory.
Weeping Tree, Weeping Tree look up you'll see!

Dirt Begat Mud or How to Love

I reckon there are seldom shores
Where desert meets the sea,
Perhaps because wherever 'tis
A sandy kiss it be.

Perhaps because a roaring wave
Would rather slam a cliff,
Than roll atop a level plain,
Mulling and adrift.

I say this while ten miles from here
One finds the oceanfront
Abutted by a beach of rocks
Reduced to silt and dust.

O fie but why would water blue
Incur the yellow sand?
Maybe for the saltless ocean
Thinks itself too bland.

There is no lesson to this poem
Other than to say:
Mud is the child of Dirt and Water
And Mud is here to stay.

Rose Return

I love you like
The rose is the most beautiful flower,
Fragrancèd blossom illuminating.

My nose keeps you on my couch after you leave,
So I doze among a splendid perfume,
And no flower I've tasted diffused as such
A scent that could engender love so much.