Grounds

Stretched my branches out across
                            the palace grounds
ground in a battle quietly
                                       lost for words

Eyes across a pile of stories once told
       Who knew that a place of dream
      and fairytales
would place victory upon our heads?

The weight heavy
  Gold       
          and   silver
Rubies and diamonds
 diamonds flashing like the swords in our hands
rubies     like the blood we sweat

Silver like the river
Golden like heroes hearts.


Now we pass over the roots of a letter unfurled

Transparent roots that show and in unison sing

"Here we are
no one told us
but One called us
victory ours
and His the glory."


Rustling branches above our heads
green banners of triumph whipping in the wind

birds of blue
  brown, gray
across the sky                           freedom signs

like us they sing

"Here we are
no one told us
but One called us
victory ours
and His the glory."