When I’m with you
THE ORCHARD
Laying in a field where all I see are shades of green
from light to dark and all other shades and compliments in-between
Droplets of dew evenly spread on each blade of grass,
coating them with a glossy film like a picture behind a frame of glass.
SERENITY
I can hear distant birds whistling to a tune they seem to have
rehearsed ahead of time.
Butterflies oscillating to both the flow of the wind and the rhythm
of the birds.