“The domed cupola of emerald” a poem on a weeping tree I often pass.

The domed cupola of emerald leaves a’glitter
Ever to’ard the plush velvet a’tumble
Of the soft green grass
That carpets the realm
A’ shimmer in the warm glow
Of an elysian idyll
As gather together the faithful
Beneath the boughs
Of the cool sanctuary
Within the cloisters hallowed
With prayers and hymns suffused
As dulcet airs
By myriad leaves
Pipe through the branches
A’play in the gentle breeze
From distractions worldly shielded
By the panels wooden
The rotunda walls that do grace
Pilgrims from near and far to host
d.a.simpson

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