Nature

The orchards were full -

Apples.

And the bloodiest of citrus sweets,

A zephyr kissed the leaves;

Gently:

In the warmth of Earth’s

Great Sol:

And there I lay upon pillows of grass

While the recital in the sky began -

Played the deepest of blues;

Then to the darkest of hues;

And there I slept,

Tucked under the purest and softest of nights.

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