Gift me a place under the
old oak and setting sun, a
clear night and my dreams
won,
Let wild flowers cover me
and birds sing in harmony,
the fading heart shed colour
for eternity
.
And with the dying of my
day may warm winds blow,
and from my soul a peace
to flow.
In the shade of the oak let
tranquillity reign, let my
gift to the world be easing
of pain
.
Let war and suffering lie
alongside me, your heart
to live long and ever be
free.
Breathtaking. I sense you are a kind and gentle soul.