The Hornebound

The printable version is no longer supported and may have rendering errors. Please update your browser bookmarks and please use the default browser print function instead.

by Findail

I've seen it, yet could scarce believe
The sight before my eyes.
I've heard the wind blow through it's leaves
As sweet as lover's sighs.

Oh! Arborean sentinel!
Oh! Pillar of the world!
The mighty sky could never quell
Your canopy unfurled.