Knottingham

Perched up upon Thy tree,

I have learned one main theme…

Time is not my making

Yet it is for the taking

Patience bends willing

Grace to wait

Sweetly

Together

Love brings forth a

Trust that bonds and yields…

This way of life is

Rewarded by knots tied

While

Leaving rings of sorrow behind

Only to dry

Since

My Shy Squire

Planted

Seeds of happiness

Sprinkled with

A joy

Which

Blooms in hope…

Come

Springtime

All will See

The Forrest

Not the trees~

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