Ithuriel’s Spear

Walk the green grass trail with me.
You’ll see the broad savannah bloom
Where flowers feed the swallowtail
Below the bowing valley oak –
Where Ithuriel plants his April spear
And raptors sail an azure sea.

It’s here I’d like to lie and sleep
Until I hear the angel shout –
Then fly above the winter wind
And killing summer drought.