Apr 2016
I sit
Under a very old tree
In a new world
I've had my grapes
Turned into wine
I've had my fill
I sit
In the shaded grove
Of the persimmon tree
And I eat
The fruit of the gods
Zeus's wheat
Under a very old tree
In a new world
I've had my grapes
Turned into wine
I've had my fill
I sit
In the shaded grove
Of the persimmon tree
And I eat
The fruit of the gods
Zeus's wheat
