Under the Apple Tree

Trickling over the bark near breath

Lambency of the chafe sun

Gently moving its silken fingers

Over a resting face

 

Shadowy branches

Rest lightly above me

Cool and calm

Like a spring breeze

 

Rough and uneven

As the world is

Wood under me

Supporting my weight

 

Fragrance of lupines and lilacs

Air full of green and colourful smells

I could lay here forever

With the birds singing in my ears

 

I hear the apple tree leaves

Whispering to each other

As the wind plays through them

Like mother earth combing her hair

 

I hear the voices of the birds

Speaking of nesting and resting

Bustling of bees in the flowers

Apple blossoms flirting with their buzzing wings

 

All is perfect and calm

On this ample summer day

Perfect as a button

Topped with a book and the sea

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