Paolo Aceto
Oh Wonderous Tree...
Oh wonderous tree, I can hear your call
Eminating from inside
Oh marvellous tree, so wise, standing tall
What secrets do you hide
Silently I watch, I listen and I can hear
And I can feel your pain
My heart beats heavy as you tell me your fears
My tears pour like rain
I sense your soul, it reaches out for me
It touches my soul
I hear your faint whisper, your desperate plea
To make you whole
Our souls entwine with a tender embrace
I let my love flow
Your wounds start to heal, I feel warmth on my face
And once again you glow
I thank you my tree, my friend standing free
For the love that you give
I will cherish you always, oh wonderous tree
For as long as I live
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Paolo Aceto
06/May/1999
The Four Seasons...
As pure and sweet as Spring morning dew
A child is born, so innocent and new
Eager to learn as his childhood unfurls
Preparing to find his place in this world
As Summer sets in, he has learnt all he can
The boy leaves the nest, he’s now a young man
As time passes on he finds his foothold
And the rest of his life begins to unfold
As Autumn arrives, he’s built his own nest
The man has worked hard and it’s time to rest
He has lived a full life and now the man knows
That the time will soon come for him to go
As the time draws near, he sits back and sighs
And with no regrets, he closes his eyes
The old man departs with the Winter rain
And so the cycle starts over again...
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Paolo Aceto
18 April, 1999