Call of the Trees

Compassion and grace are like a bird

Often seen but rarely felt.

Held in the heart of freedoms gate.

Lost in time upon the earth.

Tears of hope are seen and met with a price.

That forever goes the wrong way.

When left is pain and right is strife

What way do we chose.

when to go forward is death by delight

And hopes are rarely viewed.

By Thomas Gladwell