Lost To Years

 

In spite of daydreams lost to years

where no one dries a lonesome tear

grows the daydream brought anew

in early morning's glistening dews.

While rising chorus from waking nests

chirp in prayers of thankfulness

and take to wings their freedoms flight

away from all that would make blight

the glorious bounty yet to find

in all that nurtures its own kind

and rests again at evenings call

where sun trades moon for rest of all.

Jade Jaspers