• Glory of the Day
    Written 6th June by Ellie Nash_x

    In the lurid heat of morning, I walk
    The trees bow to the wind as it wheels by
    Through grasses and the pines of which its talks
    To anyone who listens to the sky
    The blades that sway are taken by the breeze
    The music of the wind towards which they lean
    That takes the heartless words away to freeze
    In colder loneliness, the words are clean
    The hatred in the air is torn apart
    With every breath the gods above do take
    And as the sun draws out a lovely start
    Of day, the messages the winds do make
    Can only reach those who come to say
    That they have seen the glory of the day