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Kiera in a forest glade From time immemorial forest glades have been revered as spiritual, sacred places. Places of healing and refuge. The quiet picture of Kiera was taken close to the time of Her Majesty’s passing. Hence the somber poem gifted to us by Kiera. But the poem is underpinned with hope and joy, the same hope Kiera’s wishes for us as she approaches “the Bar”.
THE FOREST IS IN MOURNING.
The Forest is mourning
Strange shadows pass
And yet not unseen
Trees hang their boughs
As their leaves weep
Everywhere silent
All seems asleep.
Arise our Dear Monarch
Rise to your glory
As we remember
This special story…
Honoured to live
In the time of your reign
And likes of yourself
We’ll not see again…
Please rest in peace
Now with THE ONE
And thank you dear Ma’am
For all you have done.