A Tree Climber

A different view I see from high up in the tree

Looking out over the forest a dead tree


From high on the hill

Winter time is still


A view I see below

not far from here


From high on the hill

The river flows between you and me


A walk down to the rivers bank

A small boat at the shores edge


I get on board for the paddle I hold

Across the river I go


To the water edge

A town not far


I stroll from the waters bank

To the bank I go


At the waters shore I flow


Never will I know the hell below my feet


Within the earth molten lava flows


Spewing forth a blackened hole


Gehenna, gehenna holds


Children from long ago


Stories of the old


Stand and rise for change is near


Holding hearts, so very dear.

About billiescauldron

I am in transition. I see myself as a Spiritual Writer and as such my blog will slowly change with me still holding tight to being in the garden as a child loving my teacher.
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