She sings
She sings
atop the apple tree,
the morning opening,
springtime life
and sunlight
awakening,
across
the blue mist
and gauzes
of dawn
and grey,
the dew dropped
grass
a sweetening
freshness
of tears
and summer,
blossoming
and joy,
in forever time
and for today.
And clothing
her meadows
and orchards,
standing,
awaiting,
upon her shoulders,
proud
and tall,
dawn is uplifting
intoxicated,
with fragrances
and perfumes,
upon a smiling
earth
is early
summer,
and the beginning
of life
that May.
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