As the Majestic tree
Frowned above him,
And the silence of the lost
Hung before him
He gazed into the forever burning sun
And he sighed the deep voice of the wind.
As he formed ever changing shapes in the clouds
He found in the colorful blue sky
A lady with soft indigo eyes.
Frozen by the intensity
And moved by the passion
He looked into those eyes
And he fell
The weeping tree
No longer frowned upon his hopes
And the silence smiled upon him.
The sun brought joy
To the indigo world
And as he gently came down
Below the weeping tree
He followed the silence
To the indigo summer.
Frowned above him,
And the silence of the lost
Hung before him
He gazed into the forever burning sun
And he sighed the deep voice of the wind.
As he formed ever changing shapes in the clouds
He found in the colorful blue sky
A lady with soft indigo eyes.
Frozen by the intensity
And moved by the passion
He looked into those eyes
And he fell
The weeping tree
No longer frowned upon his hopes
And the silence smiled upon him.
The sun brought joy
To the indigo world
And as he gently came down
Below the weeping tree
He followed the silence
To the indigo summer.
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