Amongst the canopy of tender leaves,
Light does gather atop the trees,
Till such a weight they cannot take,
And streaming light drains through to make,
A veil of light that flood the ground,
And darkness there that shall be downed,
It rids of all in it's wake,
That joy and grace do forsake,
For then the lark may sing once more,
It's sweet melody that does allure,
A delightful picture as I sit and stare,
And marvel at the beauty there,
For I realise, in all dark days,
Light prevails, it forever remains.
~Eva Rosehill