As i sat under the tree

As I sat under the tree,
in the garden of eternal bliss.
The sieve-like tree, full bent,
from catching all my thoughts and dreams.
And releasing the nightmares into the clouds.

They rain back down,
watering the ground.
Flowers of remorse rise to my eyes.
I pick one up, the tree leans in,
Crying blossom tears for its child.

So I stopped for a while and thought of her
And the grey evils of my mind swept away,
To reveal the clear heavens of which she came from
The flowers turned,
to look up and smile.
And so they rejoiced,
in the garden of eternal bliss.
As i sat under the tree.