Little Orchard

Stand there tall beautiful orchard Your green shine to dilate my visions I have seen you wilt at your worst And I have seen you ride the tide to flourish O flourish. Wet my tongue in season And bank my life's residuals I share you with the ones that rent a nest The ones that mourn the day and fly the night. I will never know any more invisible hands There are the ones that steal a gallon of seeds There are birds that feeds on your fruits' juices Then the ground that hugs you in complements Little Orchard lay a busket on my doorsteps For I had closely nurtured and nursed your buds Feed my spirit for in you I have self fulfilment In you I am proud to watch and whine with the guests, 'beautiful orchard it is'.