Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Dove in the Clouds


We watch her from the sky blue heavens above,
we watch her as she tenderly hands out love,
and when her day is spent and she turns out the light,
we watch her to keep her safe all through the night.

We send our love to her for her energy chores,
we send our love to her in buckets and scores,
for she is the one who stops the sadness and tears,
we send our love to her to spread with her cheer all the year.

We pray she will feel our peacefulness inside every room,
we pray she will take some quiet time to gaze at the moon,
for she works so tirelessly to transform fear to love,
we pray she will receive her own love, our sweet gentle dove.