The Shining Ones

I see the silver tree-tops.

I watch the play of light
On leaves and branches
Lofted to the sky
Dark, dull, and dreary.

There they shine.
They glow

Against a low’ring gloom
Of clouded night.
They stand, uphold
Reflections of

A distant light.

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