Sonnet - 101

In the center of all, there is a verdant tree With pearls and emeralds ever so true You had great dreams to go forward and see And for ever and ever your heaven was blue There was love in your songs as fresh as the air And birds carried them across faraway sky And water in your soil was as pure as a tear It shall be remembered until the last of cry You where not sour among the sweetest of vines You where colors of air, earth and waters With all the shades that came from a human heart And those poems of love songs still onward shine Like a picture of the moon, on waves that ripple and splatters From the love of your words who shall ever depart? (In memory of, Pablo Neruda - 1904-1973)