Psonnets of Romance
The Hill and Tree

The trees and grass are green. The sky is blue.
The clouds are white. The sun is shining bright,
and I walk with you in the morning light.
The birds are singing songs, and we will, too,
and walk across the meadow wet with dew,
and we will love each other and delight
in God's creation and each other's sight
if we will walk in love, and I love you.
Where is a hill and tree where we may rest
when I sit down, and you sit at my side,
close to your husband, leaning on my breast,
and I will hold you close, and kiss my bride,
and thank our risen Bridegroom for His best?
It is the hill and tree where Jesus died.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org