Days

This song of evening's light Would charge my memory to flight The trees that listen Swift wings do carry on through constant Gardens they offer delight It is the evening In deepest woods and fern Young deer step light through morning's mist Ascend the swallows First light streams through the treetops Bouncing as the flowers illuminate The breath of morning This song of ages past I lay in peace midst gra*s so green To reach to skyward Where larks do sing such high delights Do pour into my senses The days are blessings The days are blessings The days are blessings