The Hollow Leaves Poem by John Ackerman

The Hollow Leaves

Spread out upon the ground
Out of mere sadness there's a tug at the heart
To light the spark of what were looking for
The twilight sun has tainted our vision
Through the trees a nature's release
In spreading the disease
We spent a lifetime in harmony
Out of mere sadness and tragedy
A beautiful union to believe
To have faith a willing to achieve
The hollow leaves were blowing in the breeze
Illumination in its timeless radiance
A sprinkling array of blissful care
None the worse for wear
We each can listen to the inner sound of our soul
A grand sparkling array of vast filled radiance abounds