I see the blossoming flowers,
Waving to the easterlies.
Fragrance refreshes my soul.
Mind, it calms & pleases.
Blooming serenity you are,
My beautiful orchard!
The trees are of pine,
Pine they are not, albeit.
The dawn on them gleams,
Bestowing the eternity.
Oh! So mesmeric you are,
My beautiful orchard!
Amid the tall lush trees,
Peeps the beauty. So aboriginal!
Blithesome is the feel, when I
Walk over the grass, such green.
Oh! So tender you are,
My beautiful orchard!
This milieu asks me;
"Shed the bleeding Blue
And shade thyself Green".
Comity ascends on me perpetually.
Oh! So verdant you are,
My beautiful orchard!
Lonesome, I live here,
Far from the fiscal reach.
I am free from any thrall.
Sovereignty of soul, I feast.
Oh! So liberating you are,
My beautiful orchard!
The trees favor me with
Apples. So fondly ripened.
Also the shelter underneath
Ligneous trunks, I find placating.
Oh! So generous you are,
My beautiful orchard!
I might live with naught
The fellow men, but with nature.
I banish naught the humanity,
But embrace my orchard more.
Riveting demesne you are,
My beautiful orchard!!
- Caveat Lector
